in this place now

wive’s heads are
battered
against kitchen
walls
by unemployed
imbeciles

black pimps
send out their
dreary and doped
white   battalions
of girls

upstairs a man
pukes
his whole stomach
into a
wastebasket

we all drink
too much
cheap wine

search for
cigarettes

look at our
mates
across
tabletops

and wonder how
they’ve become
ugly
so quickly

we turn our
tv’s up
to
baseball games
and
hero cop
shows

but it’s only
the sound
we want

some minor
flexibility

nobody cares
about
endings

we know the
endings

some of us
weaken

some of us
become
sniffers of
Christ

(all this
broken beef)

to know is
to score
and to score
is
necessary

that’s
baseball

and all

the rest
of it.