some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind
for 3 or 4 days.
they’ll find me there.
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats u
and run inside to the pavilion

I reached up into the top of the c
and took out a pair of blue pantie
and showed them to her and
asked “are these yours?”

one of Lorca’s best lines
is,
“agony, always
agony ...”
think of this when you

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.

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

these things that we support most
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;

there’s a bluebird in my heart tha
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not goi
to let anybody see

too much too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody.
laughter or

the dream of a man
is a whore with a gold tooth
and a garter belt,
perfumed
with false eyebrows