here I am
in the ground
my mouth
open
and

The flies are angry bits of life;
why are they so angry?
it seems they want more,
it seems almost as if they
are angry

when you’re young
a pair of
female
high-heeled shoes
just sitting

there is enough treachery, hatred
human being to supply any given ar
and the best at murder are those w
and the best at hate are those who
and the best at war finally are th

this head like a saucer
decorated with everything
as lip to lip we hang
in mechanical joy;
my hands blaze with arias

drunk on the dark streets of some
it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.

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

they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age

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

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