this man used to be an
interesting writer,
he was able to say brisk and
refreshing things.
at the time

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

the critics now have me
drinking champagne and
driving a BMW
and also married to a
socialite from

here comes the fishhead singing
here comes the baked potato in dra
here comes nothing to do all day l
here comes another night of no sle
here comes the phone wringing the

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

we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and pe
and she’ll wash me first
spread the soap over my balls

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

naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
I once battled in dark alleys for

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

each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
quickly:
the cat, the woman, the job,
the front tire,