I pant beside the third deer stuck! The redhead inhales

my long waste, aging words without source consumed;

barely any conspiracist poems on phone depraved sissy dry...

Dog surrendered. Woman shot. Talking bad despite the fearless,

authoritative transition (into pretty dust!): flips an empty bottle –

The dancing president looks flatter – Dresses shook – Body parts

spread into crazy silk around the staggered islanders...

Now dirty clerks blow a dirty sneak, they resent believing, tough with

a depressed tying up of used love flat and naked. Car, writhing,

captures cowboys: the tires with corners of a towel would be like

earrings just beside the stockings, wet in moonlight, like in a good

jail, in hopeless bars, listening to the radio: a backed tub

clogged by the sex thief's guilty bread body whose crystal lump tilts

with conviction the way strangers fucking slouch, harping thought sacks

and weeping shades. Coffee in the windows of famous nightclubs,

its splendid gray intellectual boots pace in the flesh, drive wildly

ashamed, the death of children breaking a whisky color barrier in

your ears in celebration's hell!