Never Do It In An Alley
primordial
muck fifteen buck
point
my arms here she comes again
a public pool
adult swim to evolution
in mind, in heart, in psalm the sexiest among them
got the makings a curse
for prime material
what we got
on the menu is the I can’t take it today
bubble up. double Up. what’s more
rest your neck
you don’t have to wait for me to come
My Head Is Not the Kentucky Derby
get out of my library boy get out of my word-thought get out I can’t say it no more go far from here get out this isn’t me anymore so get out of myself you no one on a string you can’t always express your mono-personality you myopic free range chicken quit cooking dope in verse we don’t shoot no more for the stars for the goals and we don’t follow mechanized white rabbits into the supernova of robot voice under sweating rock and too-loud traffic in nowhere land where fentanyl is called boy quit making me stitch you back to the side of my neck leave my vagus nerve be say I’ll stop talking about you say that’s a promise I tell you a bloody solemn vow binding like a sad bet during the two most exciting minutes in track betting better than a caucus race so they
don’t chase the odds no more
Doin’ the Jim Carroll Jitterbug
I get it bad in the ankles
a ten day shock from analgesia
and tearing down of the love womb
I get it bad in the thighs.
I get it bad in the belly
if the powers that be
ever knew what glue dope makes of your guts
it could’ve saved a lot of horses.
I get it bad in the spine.
I get it bad in the noggin
when you stumble like this
it’s called the brain fluid bounce
I get it bad behind the eyes.
there’s a tight spot
in the bridge of my nose
where when I breathe, I get it bad
so bad, man, you can’t cry.
I get it bad
and no matter how long I lay here
I just don’t die
