my spaceship crashed
now what do I do maybe
I'll start a religion
have them
traipsing around on all fours
looking for me
under stones
ruined buildings
give them stupid hats to wear
that never fit attractively
I'll tell them that
they are not animals that
they are BETTER that
a capitalist hierarchy is marvelous
because everyone is so full of charity
be advised:
fucking and sucking
are way too enjoyable (you need a
degree of separation between
master and servant, don't you)
-not till Heaven till
the bombs drag this little outhouse away
into vibrating strings
cracked eyes/bikini tops
petticoats till the sky is rouge certainly
anything named Babel was
ripe to fall
like Hitler and Mondale
Thalidomide and Free Speech
I'll prophesize Armageddon then
hand them the tools to achieve it
desert into glass rip out the page and
take it from the top!
tangled mess of cars
FLUSH.
burnt
slop of brick-
FLUSH.
JFK and Chandra Levy
FLUSH.FLUSH.
Reagan FLU(
)
penny-weight nations
who fail to
placate the gods with homage
;FLUSH.
music/literature that does not
glorify the vaporization
of human will
FLUSH.
bodies buildings hand grenades
FLUSH.
anything which refuses to accept
candlestick highway
roadmap FLUSH.
tin-faced Americans/dead Consumers
fallen streets papered with necktie rouge
click and FLUSH.
cashmere ptitsas in velvet glove and wan fedora
smiling from a distant meadow
FLUSH. new ideas new Liberty
Happiness
life on a platter FLUSH. because
god wrote it all down for us
while vacationing in the Middle East
one year FLUSH
whatever we please.
In this room I am unwound;
copper feet to the medley
sandaled lethargic skin
caulked off pleated windows
throbbing pussy
gilt eyes
black polish
In this room I ache I breathe artless
textures born in this room
over and over
in this room of
sand where the touch is paper
now only daylight only storage
-This Room blue glass
blissful nothing and no one
to pull us down
Through cracks in the metal age flung
tissue is lost
krazy-glued to bedspring
dappled jaundice calves
now she's in a fast car
lips
asphalt now they've made the ocean
a carnival ride: became scribbled
in our hair like dull
catatonic mice the cat a
telephone string lunch house
manifesto knocked the Capuan
shitbox off;
repartee, god in elevators.
