Genius is the word for I've lost the joband my heart is breakfast.
Cat over moon and step where you please.Please--I've applied myself
teaching horse-see-monkey-do.It's ordinary to work at what we hate.
Dust by dust you accumulate a life.The proof is running to market
with a pig under its armballed up like underwear.
I'm not so gaudy and can't love any better.Who will I save next oh let me take a shower.
No gentler than my father.I'm sorry he beat you and I'm sorry I didn't wake.
But of all the places my brother can be foundsinging in his shrunken coat, I choose
your temple. Kiss your third eye.For hardly ever is it granted so easily.
With effort, the word is vulnerable.If the field must be divided, keep your shoes
and I'll take the motorcycle.We're already more people than we were
this morning. By that I mean I'm frightenedof your inner children. Keep calling them puppies
and you'll starve.I'm sorry about your grandmother.
When we're alone--that's it.They kept calling us puppets
and it only matters now.
