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

first time my father overheard me
this bit of music he asked me,
“what is it?”
“it’s called Love For Three Oran
I informed him.

the goldfish sing all night with g
and the whores go down with the st
the whores go down with the stars
I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,
besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,

this one teaches
that one lives with his mother
and that one is supported by a red
with the brain of a gnat.
this one takes speed and has been

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,

at the track today,
Father’s Day,
each paid admission was
entitled to a wallet
and each contained a

I see you drinking at a fountain w
blue hands, no, your hands are not
they are small, and the fountain i
where you wrote me that last lette
I answered and never heard from yo

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train

We are like roses that have never
bloom when we should have bloomed
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting

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