he's in the windowsill
been there
for hours now

he had a lot of fun
watching
the birds today

where the streets
leave off

and what

is death

as death

is hiding be-
hind the
laughter

every one de-
sires death

needs death

is eating death
drinking death
smoking death
making love
to death
stealing death
to sell or trade
for more death

and laughing

laughing!

ashes
ashes
we all fall
down be-
hind the
laughter

my god the stars
are ugly tonight

i have tempt-
ed death

only to wake up
in the hospital

begging

for a god-
**** sandwich

the beer is all gone
and the cigs
are dwindling out to no-
thing

and

slowly
or may-
be not
so slowly

it comes

the certainty
of my poverty

the desperation

the madness

and i curse
the tiny
blue stars

for never

looking away

“You can only
write
what you
can write.”

a poet
said this

tho i don't
remember
which one

anyhow
they are
dead

now

suicide

i think it was

your lemonade
will not fail
to be-
come a pla-
toon of
lemons

and

the dead

will con-
tinue to take
to the sea

as they
have al-
ways

done

as for me
let's just say

madness

will be
consumed

it's all
just
fun
& games
until
some-
one re-
cites
a poem