they got a parrot on the porch
and a hammer in the trees
samovars and snowflakes
our lady of the knees
the dartboard's like
a stained glass window
heroes flop in leather jackets
vodka chess and creme de menthe
squalor cults the beauty
in these dim fragments
(said the narcissist to the rubbish collector)
to be sick
to fetch up this basket of matter
perfidious and wrenching
clotted with curd-like spirals
extrusions of depravity
to be continued
you're supposed to be whipped
with branches from the forest
but i just got hot
and had four cold showers
Pink but happy
sunday the 10th of august 2003
now i'm molten.
sunday the 10th of august 2003 - slightly revised diary entries
No comments:
Post a Comment