Dust Suds Dust Diseratjacjbjii? Distertation

the chicken shit death of us all
only pretends to be someone   else’s
chickenshit death death death

conc ebgorross obo only pretended to be
someone else’s obe pra tempo mentito

I have walked up and down sidewalks for
20 years without passing a single
human being

this is a hell of a thing when you really
think of it and it is better to think
of it   drunk than sober or sombre

why?
I don’t know.

perhaps.  only the one blue waterpitcher upon
the
table.

me, blue, one-half blue
one half
bum
human

tiching
hitching
one-half tunes

through piss-yellow
skies

bumkowski