I prisoned 

With the face of God

With mercury

And branches of manzanita

I left and wandered 

I kept time and watched the sun 

Always on my right

I ate chalupas and "borrowed" a car

All my songs were written in blood

But no one could play them

Except one guy in Des Moines

But he died 

of measles

 

 

 

 I came

crashing down

like Cendrars

Like Celine

Unlike Giono

Or Calvino's Difficult Loves

or Path To The Nest Of Spiders

Try to Rise Sun antisemitic

Hem

I can come crashing down 

like Bowles 

like Junky

like Thesiger 

the Rub Al Kahli or Iraq swamps

Or Smiley

riding donkeys 

Thru miles and miles and miles

in Afghanistan

 Sundays rot

Stinking festering sunshine

in putrid ransacked purses of

ignorant toothsome whores

pushing baby carts loaded w female

parts and parks

of menstrual blood products

Sleigh rides of midgets with 

smiles and laughter

and psychic powers

 OCD

myassma 

Go tell it on the schoolyard

Almond Avenue Elementary

Oyster River Road Elementary 

A tennis ball broke my baseball glove

a JANA

with blood stains 

from when John Paul Jones (not of the American Revolution)

got hit in the head by a baseball bat swing

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO MOVE HIM!"

I'm in second grade you ignorant cunt

 EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY

 

 

 

 

 Glasses Man

Swore off on Life

Pathetic

Dull

Dreary

Moribund

He was

Anaesthestistized

Indifferent

Argumentative 

Difficult

He supposedly liked

Babies and dogs

and Kung Pao chicken

 

 

 

 Moseyed

meandering thru the wiles

of discombobulation in factory

modem stereoscopic televised

Technicolor 

VHF

UHF