Blues
the blues yellows my teeth and bites my fingernails.
the blues yellows my teeth and bites my fingernails.
the blues shouts down my throat and tears up my eyes.
the blues shouts down my throat and tears up my eyes.
the blues bores through my appetite like a tapeworm.
the blues bores through my appetite like a tapeworm.
the blues bullies my blood to flow upward.
the blues bullies my blood to flow upward.
the blues impersonates my sperm waterfall drowning its victim.
the blues impersonates my sperm waterfall drowning its victim.
the blues connects my name with no more miracles.
the blues connects my name with no more miracles.
the blues metastasizes what's left of my guts till my intestines burst.
the blues metastasizes what's left of my guts till my intestines burst.
I am a sailor unzipping his fly,
I am a sailor unzipping his fly,
darkwetalleyway,
darkwetalleyway,
when the blues jumps me from behind.
when the blues jumps me from behind.
the blues is not abstract,
the blues is not abstract,
it is you-
it is you-
the woman who sleeps across from me,
the woman who sleeps across from me,
saturating my clothes
saturating my clothes
before another doomed sun plunges into the sea.
before another doomed sun plunges into the sea.
Bisbee
Bisbee
November, 1980
November, 1980