1926 Dodge, Tijuana

blast the hymen
it all trickles off to a jerked-off spoon
in somebody’s dirty
jellyglass.

the old songs are best
the old pussy is cleaner
the old days are dead

the old men are dead

the old pussy is cleaner


listen, if I were a gopher on the running board
of a 1926 Dodge in Tijuana
junkyard,
it would be better than circling around inside of
Beethoven’s skull
8 feet
under.

why?
because I tell you.
that’s all.


the men are dying
and the boys don’t want to try,
and I don’t blame any of
them.   that’s what I
mean.

what do I mean?
well, I mean that the
brain of the snail is less nauseous
the eye of the fox neater
the death of a spider
cleaner

and the old pussy
too.

the vulture on left shoulder
birthmark on right,
Giovanni also fiddled
while Rome checked her shorts for
shit

and found it
again.