I think I let my mind drift, mundane and

Wholly wholly ugly.

There was no rhythm in

The only place that mattered

Murder, darling sweetie pie

sugar and the tasty, dainty

milling

That creates us

I’m a brooder

shuffling my feet and

fingering my chin.

I'm found upon the floor

And I would sing the song

Of Whitman - genius that evades me

Constant effort. Will you egg me on?

O vicious, vagrant, circle how, they relate?

The garbage truck sweeps roads for filthy pieces.

I’m the thunder and din of

Eagles on the mountain side.

I, the tiger?

I, the gone,

He who went,

The been,

He who was,

The is,

The flagrant,

The fighter,

Foul, full of soul, and

Bleeding.

I would offer peace treaties.

You’d do well to trust me.

Feel the fire on your face?

The flame that trickles up your arm?

Scalding paths are only there

To anger you.

Murder on the country side, my friends, and fire in mans bowel.

Where hase it I I ii iGone??

Al Jezeera, oh my favorite gospel. Selected primarily for your vehemence.

Ah, refreshement from the She Seneca sha sha Hebron.

Incredulous, I write for what, my ego? I write for writings sake.

My sop I hand to you now, do what you will quickly.

I vacate the table.

Write what you want for your sake! For your sake! To hell with the world of letters! To hell with the judgments inexorably passed upon you!

To hell with you! To hell with Fuck! With one! With anger, sentimentality! With indifference! With echoes and echoes of maladroit inadjustment! Adjunct! Attorney! Prefect! Praetorian! Roman! Citizen! Awake and let the dust that settled on you fly! There’s a sky above you! Fuck it!

this would reach across the stars to feel the tendrils of the Milky Way and other galaxies, floating masses

I need more life. I need more life. To experience life. And lliiive it itt …. .. My heart is fallen.