XI

Ж zsh:

troubadours! troubadours!

remember that i live
sprawled out like earthen pots

leaving remains of my
diet on the back steps

Ц tsz:

if i had a good friend

he'd be a greased cherub

we would stab each other

with knives wrapped in towels

Ю yooh:

look alive out there now!
gnashing your teeth wont do

you'll shit your pants
until your nails fall out!

Щ shh:

better to keep quiet

when in smiling ruins

my own violence sinks

and grows fungal tumors

Э eh:

always on the old beach

rubbing my snotty sleeve

my complaints still ring like

the clacking of false teeth

troubadours! troubadours!