I long for some, even
one would be a beginning,
not this long flat stretch
of just me and my improvising
of waste, of a kind of heroic
negligence that life does not appreciate. My loved one
is wobbling—O creme de menthe!
See, I am making my own
My little finger's stuck in a
Coca-Cola bottle and I've got three
red checkers lodged in my watchpocket.
In a rush to meet my angel, now
I don't even know who my angel was.
I can see seven crimson jeeps lined up
outside Pigboy's Barbecue Shack—
I had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV on. Every now and then I would open an eye and see someone get stabbed or eaten by a monster. Once, a beautiful woman was taking off her blouse. And then the phone rang. I couldn't tell if it was a TV ph [...]
Mimi was going to take me to her special place, some kind of sacred healing ground, though she never said whose. For over a year walking had caused me great pain, and none of the doctors I had seen gave me any help. I viewed Mimi's invitation as an [...]