RIPs

  so
Dan Fante had shit-brown-eyes
and
Buckowski had a HUGE left ball

i
have . . . envy

  i remember reading
Kissed by A Fat Waitress
on
the 
toilet
hanging
onto
the
steel mobility rail in a cold sweat

  i remember reading 
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses
and
thinking
ANYTHING
can
be 
poetry

  and
  now
Bowie and Lemmy 
are 
spoiled for drummers
in enriched Valhalla 
i
ball my poems up into the teapot

and
turn
on
the 
gas

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