I’m wasted in the strange city.
There’s reason to be
& not. In the haze between
light & dusk. My knees are where
the heart was.
I live it still
like it is.
The pigs next door
are cutting grass .
What will the cats think?
Flat as a bedspread, I’m on
between blinks I know how god’s
mind works: is slow, an’ ee- zy Fuck
me, Son: you wanna watch where you’re going. Save the World,
then orgasm. Think of the children.
Recycle. Public morals Oh,
Scandal. What if I?
finger the cracks in
my cell, embryo. Decorate
the wall, paint it shit
to express my displeasure. I’m not
I’m an animal the in-
in a manger.
Drooling on the sofa. Deus –
come, why-not. Now.
In a brand
Spanking. On a
happens. For reals – I’m dead! &
the Hand descends & lo(l)! I’m on
the street again, Lumbered but,