There are sketches on the walls of
and outside a large green bus swer
insanity sprung from a waving line
says the radio, and Jane Austin,
"I am going to do her portrait on

the mockingbird had been following
all summer
mocking mocking mocking
teasing and cocksure;
the cat crawled under rockers on p

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

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.

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.

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

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

here they come
these guys
grey truck
radio playing
they are in a hurry

a woman, a
tire that’s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still

we are always asked
to understand the other person’s
viewpoint
no matter how
out—dated