oh he's in pain too
oh he's in pain too
oh he's in pain too
oh he's in pain too
no it's a different kind of pain he
dragged his camper seat all the way to the royal yard
to court all the girls and now
he sits on his little camper seat and is satisfied,
he sits; he is free
oh here's that list of new wave movies if i could speak french i
would recite them in my room throwing a plate at the wall for every word oh here's a Departure i need words, letters, spaces
only will not do
everything is red everything is perishing my shoes split in half, as did my chest
i don't know what to have for breakfast and i'm practising a pool of blood Myles said that hands are from the same family as feelings
that he didn't know where to put them
tomorrow i'm leaving for Mars ground control urged me to strap myself in tightly but i'm not sure i'll be able to hang on perhaps
i want to float; am actively looking for it

i refuse i refuse
for even Allen Ginsberg is ghosting me tonight:
"crying my husband's gone my boyfriend's busted forever my
poetry was rejected
won't you come over for money and please won't you write
me a piece of *******
How are you dear can you come to Easthampton we're all
here bathing in the ocean we're all so lonely"
i am a cigarette once again
and i don't even know what strolling is anymore i am
pounding through life and life
is pounding through me we have
this love hate relationship you know
in the salon of life i am
standing on a cross-road of very well known people and
i am heaving here i am
with all my ******* toothpaste
there are all these young knights who think they can
handle me; euphemisms of me handling myself there
is something about humans being memories that act out
i cross some roads in myself and smoke heavy
(i touch our odyssey and dream of the supermarket, Allen Ginsberg,
i do not know where to go anymore)

become a show
it is all your
memory.
"it was véry good,
not me" that those two hands
understand!
"he ran away" angry and red. "they are
after him to carry your burden. i believe you must know nothing

nothing at all" protecting
herself with fire. "dumb to all bet on the same
man. it's only logical there isn't one for them when they need
him" well, in that case
let us go on with those things
slowly
abandoned. there were no
disappearances. instead there lay
a piece of paper:

"I give thanks passionately for a true feast."

poisoned because of it

blood boiling
anger concentrated on a certain
enemy
"Come -shortly -take me"

what do i know just
not like that we just do not seem to know
our burden
your bitter idea

herded and made themselves believe
they were lost anyway
Surely, caught
the mechanical

"i can't help it" i just have
my own burden. not at
all on the same hill, half of it
He -the other half
Her -to hurt the one half with
the other half. I just have Nothing
"if you had promised him to me"

None of them both
won
"he hád, and that is winning"
we want
"you promised"
growing rebellious in the end
ran away, chose that with a
tear on his heels.
looked down on the ruins of his Mechanical still
cheerful
rancid, "it has not been defined"

cleared up the road
aroused further
"get to your places..."
again he blew
released it
went forward about a meter
stopped
they jumped playfully in exactly the Wrong
direction into the forest, without paying attention
A
murmur could be heard. this is not what they
came for...
"let us try again" as official as
possible
they tried again
called back
with their nose
pushed. what was expected
of them and Waggled their tales
-they understood

cleared up the road. again
aroused and blew
but something had gone wrong, now he wasn't functioning properly
at all anymore,
threw it in the air
chewed on it and walked off in opposite
direction
"what do they do at real races?"
in a hurried rendez-vous

"I propose we just- just lend him.
I believe no one is home. We can
put him back before someone comes home."
no answer
cut him loose. in high spirits
brotherly
for them

now they were ready, the feast
was laid down on the reserved place
private

to flow towards
big business
ceremony of the

written. "For it and on the other
hand Against it" like a
running fire
if you go i bet
you won't win they won't give you

All of the participants
a stranger deserves more at first
sight, more respect than someone we've known our
whole lives, and he looked fit
"i believe he is a real one"
with admiration
firm grasp on both participants, tied them up
then he blew with an important face

time to tie the finish up. he wore his
book of the world somewhat crestfallen
The more he thought about the
system, the more
sullen he became.
"And if they all want good
things and no one wants to make mistakes -give me that"

the others who did feel down under
fulfilled a more important role.
"Oh god, please stop"
in his pocket His
thoughts were still occupied by the
-untraceable rival-

"maybe we'll find one who got lost in the
forest"
suddenly red
backyard of a house. the fence was opened up.
and in the yard was someone

who wagged her tail as she approached

"I do know him" red is Important, "I am his
friend. I have often played with him while no one was at home."

slowly a grandiose idea
broke the silence and
uttered it