having the low down blues and goin
into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.

he sat naked and drunk in a room o
night, running the blade of the kn
under his fingernails, smiling, th
of all the letters he had received
telling him that

They are building a house
half a block down
and I sit up here
with the shades down
listening to the sounds,

a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed

death wants more death, and its we
I remember my father’s garage, how
I would brush the corpses of flies
from the windows they thought were
their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus

in the hospitals and jails
it’s the worst
in madhouses
it’s the worst
in penthouses

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hur

he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and
the way she told him things that s
but were not, and he knew the colo

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry