Read the paper. Comb a monkey’s hair. Listen to
Draw a line like this:
Early in our time men walked in and out of caves,
they say, but I don’t believe it. I think they
lived in palm fronds, rolled up inside of them
like banana fruits in the skins.
You’ve got to play the angles, you simply have
to. Oh, I know you’re professorial. My
name is Klarstein. I found my wife in
bed with an alligator. Been writing poetry
Ha, ha, ha, why you damn fool, sure I’ve
read Robert Frost! I wish I had a bag of
peanuts and a jug of lemon juice, a 5 gallon
jug of lemon juice. All I can think of is
streetcars and buzzflies, flies sticking their feet
in people’s food. I simply hate you.
I hate everybody.