year of the cock
on my way to see your mother
i find a cornucopia of death
on the highway
a doe
a crow
(say hwæt
in my mind
th people on th bus
they get on and off
each womn a treasure
of possibility
which shall sit next to me
which should take me
a huß
bnd
you
sit next to me
ask for the time
i note that all time
now becomes irredeemable
when i look closely
at th
unpainted edge
of th canvas
I ejaculate too soon
"marry me
& fall back
on riopelle'd curls of pain(t
index meening
a crude & deploy'd
we
walk
at
kew
gardens
then
eye
notice
th
fine
texture
of
th
offset
grain
th nois
of jpeg
cumpress'n
th windjammer now
gives a sign &
I'm back on th road
on th radio
paul strums the ukulele
paul clutches my index finger
paul puts his neck
in a noose
to knot a humdinger
I take a shovel
& begin
to dig
I find
childhood trauma
a phallic obsession with th nose
fear of abandonment
feeding death
possession being nine tenths
a lithographic stone
upon which to place
one's face
& pull
imprinting th moment
of surprise when I arrive
at
th
house &