these things that we support most
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;

he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and
the way she told him things that s
but were not, and he knew the colo

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
riding a bus

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

they found him walking along the f
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
and cut off his sexual

I been readin’ you for a long time
I just put Billy Boy to bed,
he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere
I got 2,
my husband, Benny, he got 3.

she reads to me from the New York
which I don’t buy, don’t know
how they get in here, but it’s
something about the Mafia
one of the heads of the Mafia

I laugh sometimes when I think ab
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky...
or Hamsun...

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

“what?” they say, “you got a
computer?”
it’s like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many