What My Murderer Thought
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Dr. Seuss plus Ginsberg? Some people
have sometimes said that. “Like giving
good head to the Cat in the Hat!,” opined
an acquaintance of mine about one or
another vociferous verse I’d subjected him to
another vociferous verse I’d subjected him to
which I'd thought rather fine. "I just spew out
the stuff," I explained. He looked pained.
“Well, you’ve spewed out enough,” he then
grunted as if he were tough and took out
a shotgun and shot me. Now that I’m dead
“Well, you’ve spewed out enough,” he then
grunted as if he were tough and took out
a shotgun and shot me. Now that I’m dead
I just keep writing more. Some habits defeat
breath and death with their depth and their
.
breadth but god knows what this one is for.
I think I write just like Pussy Galore
freshly back from a weekend of whoring.
But my murderer thought I was boring.
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