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.

at high noon
at a small college near the beach
sober
the sweat running down my arms
a spot of sweat on the table

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet—

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

I had just won $115 from the heads
was naked upon my bed
listening to an opera by one of th
and had just gotten rid of a very
when there was a knock upon the wo

self—congratulatory nonsense as th
famous gather to applaud their see
greatness
you
wonder where

I’ll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
a little way to go,

with an Apple Macintosh
you can’t run Radio Shack program
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file

of course, I may die in the next t
and I’m ready for that
but what I’m really worried about
that my editor—publisher might ret
even though he is ten years younge

don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.