this is the perfect grey day vomiting among the wild zinnias secretly touching two apples from savage height invisible in stratosphere *** bare ****-tickled by static electricity or an underfed spanish girl hair permed home alone
desperate spirit between my legs dealing drugs in the garden to a scorched lizard intent on creation
savage torpedo almost drowned special noontime drunk strange eyes filled with tragic summertime dust clothes chopped off delightfully by car horns and lady-whistles cigar smoke streams from cheek clouds green on magenta leaf aftertaste of lament dissolving on the kingdom of tongue
i only climbed down here to think and hide my own brown skin and recover from the sun and read my own poems in the wealthy river oil stained denim jacket in my wake yellow from the muddy gutters dead dried palm trees made into boat oars against the white sun high and low and, lo!