XII

What if I freak out?
What if I feel a little less
than fantastic? I love
God lugubriously I love
language, a lip-like structure.
Well Loretta she’s a barroom girl.
Lady Macbeth died at a really bad
time for me, so I
practice smiling like a horse. It
is symbolic of things to come. God
Bless You. A tissue opens like
a funny car parachute, poof—
there it goes. Can I
       count it off? Can I
count it off? Like – a / Like – a
sex machine. Fugue off.

                                                  18 August 2003