my hump-backed laughing soul

the sterility of the land
is not the sterility of my
hump-backed laughing soul, although
they could very well get
mixed, and it takes a lot of beastly
stringency and a personal lucky evil
eye
to keep me from getting into their
muck…

pardon me for talking this way about
myself
but I’ve allowed myself very few
celebrations
because when one is celebrating
another is usually drawing a bead upon
that skull
with a low-range
high-powered jealousy and
rage.

yet each man has a certain right
within a certain limited radius
and I’d like to claim mine now–
it mainly being:
my rules go for me,
you can go anywhere you
want to.