Deadly Ivy     |   home bowel   |   haiku   |   (shaving in extremis)   |   Sonnet(a complaint)   |   Topf&Söhne   |   Symphony#41   |   Sweetheart-   |   Plea for Mercy   |   6.7   |   6.8   |   5.30(W.C.W.)   |   Rationale of Verse   |   Short Poems   |   (spontaneoulsy written)   |   6.6 (Elizabeth) bowel Hearing breaks the chakra’s falling, deftly rubbing elbows with her third eye (which is black and blue from disgruntled lovers and a culture of rosenquist paintings. She looked on as the greatest minds of our generation took refuge in the Arms and the Legs of girls whom they did not love, destroyed their lungs, destroyed their axons, lost their balls to syphilitic whores. produced Cloned Sheep so Cloned Peasant boys could fuck them. She looked on as souls fell like the Roman Empire, sucked back whiskey and rum and semen, laughed in the face of God and nutrition. Masturbated to news footage of Vietnam. Thought Caulfield was a phoney and their parents were, too. I want to smash in your skull and Jack the Ripper discotheque girls and unruly filmstars and voodoo and lots of Appalachian hicks with unkempt beards and whiskered-up Buddhanatures. I’ve seen the God-is-Dead types sell out to fat cats and lawmen. I’ve watched as Ginsberg cried out for better mileage and I’ve watched my best friend grow up to be a Corporate Whore and like it.