i tore down my thoughts
roped in my nightmares
remembered a thousand curses
made blasphemous vows to demons
ate my hat
threw fits in the street
got up bitchy each day
told off the mailman
lost many friends
left parties in a huff
dry fucked a dozen juke boxes
made anarchist speeches in brad
the falcon’s 55 (but was never
thrown out)
drank 10 martinis a minute
until 1 day the book was finished
my unspeakable terror between the
covers, on you i said to the
enemies of the souls
well lorca, pushkin i tried
but in this place they assassinate
you with pussy or pats on
the back, lemon chiffon between
the cheeks or 2 weeks on a mile
long beach.
i have been the only negro
on the plane 10 times this year
and its only the 2nd month
i am removing my blindfold and
leaving the dock. the judge
giggles constantly and the prosecutor
invited me to dinner
no forwarding address please
i called it pin the tail on the devil
they called it avant garde
they just can't be serious
these big turkeys
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