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Yonki sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 junkies,female. brown paper bags filled with trash are everywhere. it is one-thirty in the afternoon. they talk about madhouses, hospitals. they are waiting for a fix. none of them work. it's relief and foodstamps and Medi-Cal. men are usable objects toward the fix. it is one-thirty in the afternoon and outside small plants grow, their children are still in school. the females smoke cigarettes and suck listlessly on beer and tequila which I have purchased. I sit with them. I wait on my fix: I am a poetry junkie. they pulled Ezra through the streets in a wooden cage. Blake was sure of God. Villon was a mugger. Lorca sucked cock. T.S. Elliot worked a teller's cage. most poets are swans, egrets. I sit with 3 junkies at one-thirty in the afternoon. the smoke pisses upward. I wait. death is a nothing jumbo. one of the females says she likes my yellow shirt. I believe in a simple violence. this is some of it. sentado en un dormitorio oscuro con 3 yonquis, los hombres son objetos que sirven es la una y media de la tarde estoy sentado con ellas A Ezra lo arrastraron por las calles la mayoría de los poetas son cisnes, estoy sentado con 3 yonkis el humo es una meada ascendente espero. la muerte es el Jumbo de la nada. una de las mujeres dice que le gusta mi camisa amarilla. creo en la violencia natural. aquello era 04/02/2005 12:31 Comentarios » Ir a formulario |