the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break

we had goldfish and they circled a
in the bowl on the table near the
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting
to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or

I got in the shower
and burned my balls
last Wednesday.
met this painter called Spain,
no, he was a cartoonist,

shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down

it sits outside my window now
like and old woman going to market
it sits and watches me,
it sweats nevously
through wire and fog and dog—bark

it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction

when I look back now
at the abuse I took from
her
I feel shame that I was so
innocent,

the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below

the lady has me temporarily off th
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight—
instead of listening to Shostakovi