Was sick as a dog-faced boy.
Chewed up this line like a toy.
No fiction for you and you and especially you
so read these bus scribbles and then we're through.
Until next time, 'cause what else am I gonna do?
Oh, there's a story. Disagree? Stick your head in the loo.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
Wax fedoras bleeding from theirs:
fetish dolls without a care & with no one who can.
Below underwater glow, glam octopi tangle
their fingers in ours & those, pull & swim midst steel
sheen, drag mobile cage between hither & yon. Past banquet
glass, menagerie of desperate corpses comes, floats.
Do not wait out this black & white night.
Sift a box of sand or be killed by too strong a word.
Dare: go on and retort with new murder: with the bends
see how far you'll go, an old step at most.
To hear songs to burn in hell to:
keep quiet here. You say you won't
go too far, I know. I said I won't. I
told you I won't. You might
in another life. Would I see what I do when I close your eyes?