UP IN RESTAURANTS W/ MANDOLINS AND VIOLINS



scared is what a dog is a mirror is for catching
all the dust floaty cloud of smoke i shapes she

a real ball park figure of a

dam in the River
damn the society that requires us to know our own age
i am twenty-eight years
six months twenty-six days sixteen hours thirty-nine minutes
a second
a second
a second

the body of me is a decaying boy
what is in me is only guts
what is on me is a bag of laundry
fat dirty
dying
case


i am just sitting here trying to win
i am just trying not to sin
or sin is what i do
or my mind is a kriss-kross
of firing lasers

do not make sound
especially in space
where you need oxygen
to burn