dig me a ditch

claws of angels,
dirty bathtub like parking ticket
dreams
          (put your underwear on
          and come over here
          as far as hate can go)
these flute solos like sagging
tits, you saying,
I gotta bring this head to this
guy if he has money,
and me thinking, sculptress,
I hope he doesn’t bring any
head to you.
          (pounding, baby, the
          pounding I take)
Mopey’s in the clinker
flagging down the   A train
straight out of
scorpion
congo
rosewater
finis.
          (nothing like a plugged sink unless
          it’s your bunghole like
          that)
lower
          leaves
                    and
                              stems
I smoke the shit… get
terrible headaches
torn motifs          leaking
fountain pens          white rats in
Cincinnati hotel
rooms.

I will clean my toenails with a
toothpick
I will vomit   in the
morning          I will muck up the webs
and answer my
mail.

never bend copper unless you smile
first (whatever you may hate
might be
the walking tonsil
bringing light)
the crying crows
the broken crossbow
this face on the wall
won’t answer my friend
sorrow.