how good sleep is before having to walk down any street–

each life seems ugly
and each death
just.

the halfbacks of Notre Dame are
growing bleak.

my love loved the crowd:
the lies of the crowd
the feet of the crowd
the pricks of the crowd.

this bitter lime of god and
woman.

study the sea and the idiots
and us:
she flashed me
and showed me and
used me
like a pet dog, a
toy.

my love loved the pricks of the
crowd.
selectivity was not her
mode.
she was good to people
and the blue ships sailing
and the blue
ships sailing.

flower
glory
flying ultimate peanut
butterfly glow and
gamble:
she’ll suck your guts up through
the top of your
skull.

you’ll take the route
from out of Burgundy,
cuss at dogs
piss in your socks.

but I’m not alone now:
strapped to the back of
the sun
at 5 and 1/2 furlongs
at one six and
3/5ths.:
me, and
that old woman:
sorrow.