dumb,
Jesus Christ,
some people are so dumb
you can hear them
splashing around

I awaken about noon and go out to
in my old torn bathrobe.
I’m hung over
hair down in my eyes
barefoot

my father always said, “early to b
early to rise makes a man healthy,
and wise.”
it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our
and we were up at dawn to the smel

I can see myself now
after all these suicide days and n
being wheeled out of one of those
(of course, this is only if I get
by a subnormal and bored nurse

sway with me, everything sad—
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
frogs trying to figure

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.

Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme

Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the
Orthadox to the
west.
she is dark

I can’t have it
and you can’t have it
and we won’t
get it
so don’t bet on it

Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.