Hello again Mr. Casey!
This is the poem that I insisted on taking home with me for some inane
reason or another a few Saturdays ago…who knows why. So whether you want to stick it in with that night’s Holy
Scriptures or wherever is peachy with me.
I stole this from the night of the 27th…why did I do that?
Laughter . . . a euphorium or sickness.
Shirt filled with water. Yes.
Share a sprinkle of life but
Never Fail
Myself lives gold
like sulfur extraction.
Desire and momentum lives inside
myself and you.
Quite myself.
Live for light and myself
You spill savage light and
Melt myself for anything.
Catch the paisley rays of your own
Spoke away lies and my own
Clever and shelled among
My own. Didn’t they see?
Hay muchachos en
la playa
¿Cómo? Randel stipits.
New issue my own sunset
Don’t pass yourself
My own December strings.
My own avoids war frost.
My lungs have fallen asleep
Fuckin’ Harrison.
Fuckin’ who’s after Cleveland?!
Me for sure
Involved are those of gummest
Zapatos me lluevan
Lloran, lloran . . .
A fucking dick
Not even an owning earnest human
My mine—the congress of suspectors
Lead me to the defense of smelting
27 March 2004