First I hate crowds
Second I hate lines
Third I hate bureaucrats
Trite trolls ensconced in their clotted quonset cabins.
Now the times presses
It is becoming too late
The runty fairy takes my passport
I make a few remarks
Notice that I could’ve move ahead with the notables
And the other shitty v.i.p.’s
But I’m one with the people..
Hate prerogatives and privileges you know...
Must be mightily pissed off by now the damned spook
Too tired with stamps labels countermarks that kind of garbage
Nonetheless he fucking takes his time with my passport
When the syrupy hours elapse my head collapses on the counter
I take a few exhausted winks
The mob thins
The din subsides
Somebody else – a lowly woman – elbows me
Hands me the passport He had not enough
Space (leaves) (pages) to affix his afflux of notes
My passport all smeared with multicolored provisos
And mainly with insults innuendoes questionings
Plain frontal assaults regarding the state of my sanity:
I’m not only crazy I’m also dangerous
I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere for a span
Of more than a couple
Of closely watched days – and at the least slip I should be committed
I’m frothing with anger
If I’m so crazy mayhap I’ve got a license to kill the turdy
Son of a bitch...
Only that he’s out to lunch.
I’m pacing outside at a loss now
I’m sizzling inside
I’ve got to destroy that fucking state (state of things) dares deny
My rights and moreover officially makes a walking disaster
Out of me.
I’m boiling mad
Roaming without a clue
Even bathed in the afternoon zephyr
I’ve been rumminating along that narrow street
A tub precariously balanced at the edge of the curb
Placed to be picked up by the garbage people soon due
Gets a furious rear kick out of me
It comes loose
It rolls down gathering speed
It will crash into traffic
It will cause chaos and mayhem at the crossroads
Against which the ally abuts
That’s why I’m running down some handy side street
I see the sea at its end
A marina where in floppy idleness the well-to-do
Use up their last one hundred sixty-two days allotted
How am I to mix unnoticed among them?
First let’s cross the torrent separates me from their tasteless luxury
The torrent skids down along the solid rim
I’m running on.
It’s all sham
Decoration put on
The open sewer goes to the sea
Near the sea it gets canalized it sinks into a culvert
Under the flat pier it seethes
Under the flat pier above which I’m walking nonchalantly
To mingle with my worthless peers.
Am I too conspicuous
Too conspicuously a branded crazy
A patently non-allowable...
Who’s to say?
Can’t I stroll also with a certain flair flaring my nostrils
Lifting my head tilting it so and pinching my lips
And tut-tutting myself
My image on the shop windows
Faking it maybe a mite too much
Not that anything ain’t faking
On the contrary all fakes in a fake setting
It’s all bunk all bogus
All show off...
The dying (and the living) taking place always elsewhere
I’ll melt all right
I’ll melt and wait for the coming smelting
Where I’m bound to fall also in a few
At last going in full consent with the current
With the current down down
Another dead smelt borne by the smelting.
For Every Tib and Tom Cat
19. trouble at the cage
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- 20. such ugly remains
- 19. trouble at the cage
- 18. almost caught
- 17. taut ribbons
- 16. bullet through the intruder's head
- 15. parsnip in her narrow beak
- 14. you bet you animal
- 13. the roar of stardust
- 12. dripping cheeks: blenched
- 11. all cross the river [one]
- 10. body or luminous arena
- 9. lights out for you, rather, you jerk!
- 8. it must be that I ain't ready to die
- 7. call the dog Geez-ass
- 6. soldiers : clostridia
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