A woozy candelabra 

not Dracula's

god forenought 

  spiders suck the blood

   they wrap their victims 

     in silk

        and bleed them 

          slowly slowly 

        slowly

  as the mood takes them

 The Clandestine Troop

forgers of identity

Broken teeth

And purple swollen bruised eye

Working Macys fragrance basement

hooked on No/Doze

And Dr Pepper Tic Tacs

Hush Puppie shoes

are comfortable 

 I am a stranger

An epistle

The Cowboy Apostle

I am not 

Nor will I ever...

I've seen some things 

So what?

Who cares

Why did I try?

So much to show

So much 

To forget

To clear-

Your head

You must be muddled

 Spit 

in the wind

face the bloody facts

you're making it all up 

but yer not

It's all happening

So what 

Head down 

Feet out 

New sheets  

Broken air conditioner 

Cold winds

In Fall

 

 I move

on down the line

Rollin Rollin rollin

times be changin 

Call me later

So what

Hello

Times be changin

I don't expect rain

Thundersnow!

Yer moms new name!

 Pleased 

Ta meetcha 

how ya doin?

  In like turnaround

somersaults 

TV analysis of 

  Rome 

 stray cats  

    and Romany

  little girls 

with cardboard

   In the Coloseum

Dead gladiators

 everywhere

  And linguini with clams 

Tiny cars

   and fat men in cheap suits

"Whoa, they're just kids!"

Thievin kids trying to get their

hands down my pocket

Have a nice day!

Bona aventurra!

 

 

 I've got no

allegiance 

To God 

or man 

Iguanas okay 

   Zucchinis somewhat

 

 

 I'm trying

Okay?

But it ain't easy

Repetitive days and 

Dreary nights 

I keep

Tryin 

But 

Fuck 

It

Okay?

 

 

 Scurvy

 Toes

 and 

Ramsey 

      does

     and   

         little 

       lambsy 

         divey 

Th e 

Sun

   Is out!

OUT!

  The Bo Sheep

     at 

   42nd 

   st

    Shakin

   down 

Overcoat

      salesman

      And shooting 

   Morphine 

    Caplets 

        Watch

     The 

     CAR!

 Hahahahahaha

Don't laugh

It's fucking saints who should be shot

Motherfuckers

They're dead as dead can be 

They just don't know it

"I'm closer to God than you!"

Nah yer a freakin joker

- close to the maggots 

Of the Earth-

Actually maggots are better than you

- but don't tell them 

 I don't have a chance

Not a shot

at beating the odds 

But who does?

- No one

the last hand will be played-

- but no one bets it all----

Why would you?