The Sun Itself, I Guess, Is The Only Thing That Doesn’t Need The Love Of Luck

          1.
heavier than the jowls of
piss
heavier than the bugler’s
balls.

          2.
3 dogs on the leash in
May.
put the midget in the
freezer.
send Stompanade
home.

          3.
place corsets on the
Van Gogh.
tell your grandmother
the limp was cured in
Springfield
and the frost is off the
bacon.

          4.
all   our nights are the same
only I see more of mine
because I can’t
sleep,
but I do awake after a final
somnolence
with a stiff pecker
like any
17 year
old.

          5.
if you hear from Damon
tell him
the blocking back post is
still open
but we need a boy with fire
who knows   how to slice a man
down
without the bereavement
of a clipping penalty.

          6.
Monte did it.
he hit a fireplug drunk.
it got on the tv news.
not Monte but all the water
40 feet high over the escalators of
the king’s
bannana.
it’s his first fireplug but
his third d.d.
kiss him
goodbye.

          7.
heavier than bowling balls in
revolt
flinging catshit into the
sounds of
aloha.

          8.
I’ll give you then to five I always carry
steel through the parking lot
win, lose, off-track, muddy,
Thursday, Friday,
5th. race or
9th.
my only problem is I need a jack.
I got a spider but it won’t lift the body
and I can’t use a bumper
because it will rip it right off the frame.
why the shit they built a car like that
I’ll never know
but I’ll keep right on
driving it.

          9.
Sparky’s got warts on his dick
and he shits a pint of bloody everyday
but he’s under contract
for $300 a   week
he’s white lead on an all-black group.
“Crazy.   We’re bad,” he says,
“I guess the others are
worse.”   that professor from U.C.L.A.
gave him a   handjob in the kitchen that
time we were all
up there.

          10.
I don’t know what to do
with people who sit on their porches
and pop beercans from
6 p.m. to midnight
and they don’t even want
the beer
they don’t want anything
they are pale and contented and young
in America.   when they are 50
I would not like to be
their washrags.

          11.
let laughter flutter the white glue
let laughter burden the liquid paper
let the Herald-Examiner fall upon its
knees before the alter.

          12.
let the good horse come home
let me have a ticket
I don’t ask the miracle
just let the good horse come home
if not for me
then for somebody
like the paperboy or
the icecream man
or the poor shit
who has   only been laid
three times in his life
and doesn’t know
how lucky    he    is.

          13.
some guy keeps coming over
telling me how good bondage is:
“you tie them into the leather,
they’re completely helpless
then you can piss on them.
you want it and they want
it.   it’s great.   the growing of
the gladiola.”

          14.
I know a lot of talented people.
my only problem is   to find out
who they are.

          15.
the faucet is dripping
the lake is in the oven
my chance is tissue paper
but I always carry steel
through the parking
lot.
Assault 6, says the
sign.   that’s the name of an
old racehorse.   don’t you
know anything?