My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a
silver barbig poop hatch with a cotton hatch - hatch holes that the
light shows in and the light shows outand the little red fence
and the wire and the woodand the barbs and the berriesthe tires
and the bottles and the caruponrimsand the heat swims upon its
fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into
gold trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was blocking
an ant's visionand the mice played in its air holes and valvesa
ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked out
its wings and blew off to a flowerits hum heard just above the
groundblack dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree
that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small
windowbirds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper"My sun
is free from my window," said the god the green dabbersrice wires
mouse tins and milk muffinscereal and stonematches and masks and
mace and clubsand splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a
dust jeweled penletcobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and
find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon
midway between telegraph linesa silver wing - a cloud - a rumbling
of clouda crowd of various violins strum from next door through my
wall into my ear obviously artificialneighbors laugh through
sandwichesHarlem babies - their stomachs explode into roarstheir
eyes shiny with starvationspreckled hula dance on my
phonographmy door rattles windysand wears my rug shoeand taps on
the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot heara typical
musician's nest of thoughts through dust speakers"Why don't you go
home? Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled
rock'n'roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratchthe surface of a
friendthis high bookafriend laid on meon the couch relaxing in
the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads
slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by
thoughtstrain on the spoon like a wheat check - check Bif - cotton
popping out of his sleevepoop hatch open - big poop ha