Poem XXXV: HOW TO LIVE, FINALLY

the expense of spirit
is a waste of mojo

it is imperative to invest that shit wisely
shun that heaving!
skip to the dream

speak no meaningless words
in conversation speak
no idle sentence
to numb the time until you are alone again

don't watch tv
tv is just a bunch of assholes eating hot-dogs

there are less concrete abuses, but
in all the world
there is no slighter return

Poem XXVII: Booty

This century's ass
is already full
of gold doubloons
and pieces of eight

Poem XX: Industrial debris

the discount toilet paper left
embedded in my ass
its pulp, and infinitesimal
shards of fiberglass