The walls screamed poetry disease & sex
an inner whine like a mad machine -
dropped in a
cave of roaches
or rodents
 
The Computer
faces of the men
 
The wall collage
reading matter
 
The Traders (dealers)
~~~
 
I am a guide to the labyrinth
Come & see me
in the green hotel
Rm. 32
I will be there after 9:30 p.m.
 
I will show you the girl of the ghetto
I will show you the burning well
I will show you strange people
haunted, beast-like, on the
verge of evolution
 
—Fear The Lords who are
secret among us
~~~
 
Leaving the phone-booth, I was
Struck by a whiff of
the weird.
Insane old country woman
come to nag the haunts
of town
Hairy legs w/open sores.
 
From what swamp or under-rock
did you crawl to remind
us what we choose
to leave

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