Basquiat poetry coffee grains in my teeth and dreams I wake up to the walls in speech recollect drunken journeys Emma the girl who sits at your window sill mourning the death of night's child:rain and it is September or either August I am lost in a booklet of ancient nobles Upstairs reading mythology drinking ***** brewed by patients of poverty Piano skin and noises leak into the fire place all alone There is no more Time only windows that shine only windows that are dark only women that lay naked on my bed and kiss me Do not worry I am not here writing these rusty poems as I slowly push them into the sides of your eyes Shakespeare eyeball Ginsberg Navajo Gas station clerk high on crack ******* I give her money she gives me a smile a pack of Marlboro cigarettes that stench up the church hiding the smells of sad prophets cheap wine and oyster crackers 85 cents for off-brand large bag Adam and Eve clock time forget sleeve *** spoon food coffe-table Death moving in down stairs room 103 or was that the opiates crawling into the tree veins roots wooden finger tips of my body of my soul of my bulb of my Skeleton that is colored like you Termites mistook a dying flower for a limb of a tree that grew sideways too avoid the hum buzz of Vehicle Highway I-435 Kansas Age 400 and 3 Child at birth Man at death oh how the seasons brew into a facade oh how the ***** sleeps with me I make her coffee 3am we smell of smoke and tired souls pointing at the color red as we take lefts and rights into a city into bowels of streets and sighing police men and sighing homeless I take off her clothes and she falls apart like pedals attached by scotch tape to a rose Nothing it Rains Nothing it is Cold Hello We are the Nothings and we sit alone on bar stools too high and our knees are bruised from praying to the bartender to pour one more Whiskey Yet we drank it all and the juke box is broken so we listen to Homosexual men ******'
City Cough Everybody has lung cancer or is walking to a 24/7 grave yard Will I be buried with you? I ask a mouse climbing on my walls to catch a roach
But he says nothing and the roach escapes only to reply with “Yes, you and I.” my mouth gutters “And he and she.” and the Rat complies “And sometimes Why.”
Get another drink April Angel casting a shadow into a lake of bass and crawdads “Geh me ahnothur dreeenk” drunk lingo speech *** *** *** Fill your bucket mind with spatulas Broken television screens the toe nails of angels Piano Keys
Spit into a well Spit into the wine 500 dollars a bottles or 6,154 pesos make a wish make a diamond make steak make wool make love
My starving father filling up on the apples of Vice
Number 3 lights a cigarette in the dark and the shadow glimmer dance of her Eyelashes cheekbones and Eye bones and lip bones are projected onto the cement wall an art show a Ballet suicide attempt a winter experiment on the Indians of North America
Ride a Train Rise of Tides Ruthless Killer Ruthy big breasted girl in my dreams dancing about a fire that I built from old paintings of my Grandfather as Kansas was spilled like hot chocolate milk
“Get up” “and where are you” “can't you tell it is 1am” “why has the clock mistaken me for someone who cares” “lover” “where are you going” “the river is too cold” “you will die like Hemingway did” “you will die” “i will die” “Hemingway will die” “but not tonight”
Shakespeare. Tapping on my window. He gives me. A pill. We take a bus too New Orleans. And visit the grave of William.