VII

chain link girls line up and get painted
huck finn style and hope
their faces dont drip in the sun
im really far away but i still laugh
shouting "down with the babes"

and "ugh"

they dont hear me and
id still like to get the names
of 15 maidens tattooed on my a

VIII

IX

my good friend said that he had the best joke of all
he had it on some very fine and sturdy sherlock holmes paper
folded up to keep all of the juice in
i unfolded it gingerly
and read not without fear.
it said: "the little sisters have a book"
at such times one feels the horror of misunderstanding

X

each other:

sometimes you sit in a car for too long
and feel like you're in high school so gross again
dunkin donuts with no drive through
and whatever lives with you
starts to feel very haunted

is that a butt?


months get so backwater
sit in a freight-yard where no one
bothers me ever no days counted
but tuesday a man in a complicated truck
crow circled my perch and
got out he said to me
"now i enjoy a drunk amongst ruins just as much as the next soul
but this isnt the place for you friend"
dudes and times left me with so much gravel in my teeth

XI

five thousand stitches in my face


and i still cant count to one hundred



i pissed my basketball shorts

XII

today was like

but like

but like

butt like

butt

XIII

i am in the dining room my shirt is too big and my hair is too

long they have killed them all and hidden them in the freezer

they covered them in dozens of hats i am alone in the dining

room there is the smell of dark red and severe brown

mahogany there are fat amphibians licking their

lips they are stroked by the rouged fingers of

cobwebs whisper sick things

there will be no aid