Poem 140: Dirt boy

Wake up dirt boy

time to watch the rape

this time
see if you can stay awake
for the whole thing

Poem 139: The Dragon

the dragon was a prophet
 he was full of secrets

"burst open the penis walls!"
he sang

he was brimming with secrets

Poem 138: call the dragon

pleasure in reverse--

to a backwards-beating heart

garbage floats upstream

Poem 137 : nerve endings

a twitching knot of bloodshot
nerve-endings
made to sit for the entire length
of Beethoven's 9th

rough skin at the bottom of the cell

Hamburg in flames

Poem 136: L Y R I X

I got "La figura di Eros"
in my head
I got byzantine jeff
in my head
I got Andronikos Contoblakas
in my head

and I owe a soul to the BAV

I got  “some pretty severe things” in my head

I got a big wet sofa
in my head
I got Argos's ear infection
in my head
I got a blackberry bramble
in my head

and one of the goats is losing weight

I got  “some pretty severe things” in my head

I got the USA
in my head
I got discount fireworks
in my head
I got a one-horned goat skull
in my head

and I haven't done my taxes yet

I got “some pretty severe things” in my head

I got a mutilated manatee
in my head
I got a neglected banjo
in my head
I got another dead rat
in my head

damn

I got  “some pretty severe things”
in my head

Poem 135: The 5th of July

unexpended ordnance
from last evening's
explody
detonates
          all around
sulphur billows
low to the ground
the chickens are wide awake
Argos is under the bed

goddammit
save your ammo

when--and it will--shit gets wiggy
in the streets
after two-hundred-whatever years
of human events
    and people are drinking piss
         and eating dog
you're going to wish
you had those cherry bombs

Poem 134: In State

within a plastic bag
enclosed in golden paper
is a rat I killed
having baited the trap
with a hershey's
kiss

the bag is on the porch
the next phase of his journey cannot begin
until tomorrow
if you will ask me why
it's because the garbage doesn't come
on the fourth of july