Be
Between phony formality
And false familiarity
Be.
Pulp, p. 152
Aim low
Don't try
To sleep in your own bed at night
Is success enough.
Bukowski
Too degraded
To be called effete
His droppings were poems
Nonetheless
Meat Wheel
Meat wheel rolling
Ever voiding
Hopes of mortals
Moiling
In the Void.
Maker of Gravemakers
Born to die
Lupine Road
1922
Wolf to girls
Who make graves.
Forgetful Troglodyte
The bridge bum forgot
The shirt he stole
Which I found
And wore to Geneva.
Animation
You are alive!
So not just body.
Mystery of animation!
Universalia ante rem
Same shape
Different size.
Two Tabasco bottles
On the window sill.