Simulacra, scrud, compendium
Nathaniel Hatchet, crud, Ferguson-
Skull contented satellites smear
two ponies. Smear.
Fitzgerald, Kaufman, Patchen
Cracker in the fire starter
nigger in the mud. Turn left.
Drawn impotent cartoons.
Someone left a drill in the yard.
The bit is rusty and the motor fails
who called again asking for an Aphorism.
The shoulder has none.
Go east. Drink yogi. Buddha flower.
The floral bouquet of her Chardonnay
costs twenty dollars to eat
every day if it’s cheap, I’ll have some
Scallion pancake Grasshopper.
Guinea ghost in the machine. Now.
Say Ghost Dog. Say Sitting Bullshit.
Say engine, make Whitman say ow! Say ho!
America, America, you cross-dressing plumber
minimal radio player. Lucid dream.
Canterbury wannabe. Go build a prison
in Rome for your forgetful populace
the guinea boat nigger with the chinky eyes.
Perfection is a soft round ass. said. stayed
firm at any age I stand resolved and right
pickle. circle. fetish. wondering.
A blunt object. The staggering masses
all wearing the same shoes. Abandoned.
Entities, there is no countryside here—
just the feverish shuffling of paper,
the Zen motif of the train tracks
speeding greenly along. Where does it go—
robots selling whores using up the gas.
caveats. secretaries. diplomats of the damned.
A new sentence coming readily
oracular, vocabular, verbal, written
the road conveys a voluptuary cadence.
pastoral. rebellious. willing to kiss you
willing to break your heart for the money
if there was any worth in money. I would buy you
an interpreter of love, lust, detachment.
I would become that dispassionate murderer.
But there is only the cruel unnameable
notion that moves beneath this gesture
what poised to offer remits shelter,
gives its attention faithfully measured
to me, the tall building in the small city,
the man sitting alone in his house
surrounded by the details that matter,
thinking ahead about the circuitry
and the fenestrae of the structure, how
the light refracts through the bending glass,
how the wind enters and leaves, the water ripples,
what it would mean to me if I were building it.
