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9/20/90

sometimes I wonder

if its you that’s

making me stupid

make me forget

where I put my

car keys

make me drive you

to all the way

to the beach, then

swim around and

go home without

even getting wet.

smarts

maybe its your

make my brains

run out my ears

make my gray

~~&~~ matter turn to

dry concrete,

my cerebralness

loose my long knife

again, nothing left

for to impale,

un out my ears

like a photograph of

my infancy

(I forget where I put

my keys)

Gooey knowledge

drip down my shoulders

stain my shirt

drip drops on my

shoes, I can’t find

my keys,

~~maybe its you~~

maybe its something

else, or maybe its

you.

9/14/90

Gary sold his boa constrictor

for an ounce of speed,

said he carried his

guilt around with him,

everyday, in a brown

paper sack,

He tried to lose it,

but he could not,

tried to set it down

and walk away,

but he would find it

again.

9/12/90

They don’t have TP

in the Soviet Union,

only newspapers.

They don’t have a

Discotheque in Montana,

maybe only a marijuana

cigarette to pass around

the table in a beat

up old trailer.

They don’t have black

cappuccino in

Chinatown, only bitter

yellow tea, burns

the roof of mouth

red, but keeps up

6/3/91

Everybody is so full

of shit,

but I fear there’s nothing

we can do about it

why, I’m even so

full of shit, I shit

six times today,

and nothing you say,

gonna make me change,

and nothing I do gonna

make you change, I’m

afraid,

so ~~just~~ fuck off, anyway.