keeping beat
to junior's tunes
passing bottles of
jack left-handed like
the indians
in co-op basement
apartment buildings
beside the
morgue,
two cats
in the corner chair wrapped together
little minks
tripping down
minds eye,
leos and
rams
shout to walls
scrubbing, squeezing
brains, for
Authority's
vacated
mister! hey mister you want
the audience well
here crowds
amass, now
bring rain
from tortured mouths
we are
waiting expectantly
chuckles
cocked-hat jaunty
beards, leanin'round
full of chips
dyin to pounce,
gasping daytrippers
cream
and
speak oblivious
