XVII

you should try pissing in the sink
(sorry, this is no girls allowed)
and blow little bubbles of spit
afterwards, it is better to

think about going to bed


cuz you're going to feel pretty bad


please be very careful,
bed is on some really sly shit
some of the very sly doom

spring looks piggy
hope spring gets qwaf'd

spring's new grimace

make me make another comparison:

XVIII

spend my time in the library,

making pretend fart noises

For the scrapings up

And the coughings up

Where I was sticking my tongue out at something

Return to the parking lot

Of the gross war kings,

the deer bloodied ass-hats

„I wish I could come back“

Terrible French Accent

I chose the wrong America

And now I live jelly roll dead

and everything is mostly like this:

how faggots jump in my throat,

"a fun or hilarious time"

XVIIII

I have hiding places

for each piece of boredom

latchkeys and bulkheads

sheds and boxes

I live on black horses

with a dogs head

tied to my mop,

like the last Oprichnik

I have hiding places

in definite cracks

in clattering deeps

XVIIII

greetings!

from the gutters of other places!

call it arkansas' book of the dead!

there are those who seize hearts,

and those, hidden in the reeds,

in the moss of browned hearts!

wretched,

transformed into crocodiles

they live immersed in terror

hearts heavier than feathers!

the scales drop

and you eat tremendous shit

there are those who walk backwards

and exist in eclipses,

come whimpering into the room,

like wet cardboard

cleaved up the world

into thick pieces

awfully foggy

this here morning

losing my meals

all over those solemn stones

good heavens!

thank god!

i've got this

spell for repelling beetles:

"take thee away, crooked lips!

you have swallowed a mouse,

and chewed the bones

of a putrid cat"

sing my weeny song and caper over the dead birds