Do you want a dog?

just like it the invisible ink upon hands inevitably stained repeatedly samba e amor bebel gilberto the photo on the desktop the son in argentina the wife the lack of sex the worry the merdique boulot..... why skip about on a hiss the snakes roar the sound of two hands clapping over a punctured tire the silver hand hovering above the candle its black liquid melt some kind of brazen scent above and at the edge of that gilded gauntlet that lacquer that glove there on the pinnacle of rock at the tip of the terrace the lip of the edge that spelunkered mouth mined prospected depth-charged..... the broken maw of the mountain the splinter which surmounts the stitch.... the boom underneath the blink of wings the grout in blackface inside black lung useless powder singing milk along Sodom Road I write the history of my life to preserve my soul lost as it is among shards pale fragments little faces

I can paste on the wall, under glass shot thru with pins needles if need be but there is rarely need but petulant desire, snits, jacking off pursed lips waiting for the castoff pucker the sleep STAFF POKER ON THE COUCH THE CIGARETTE SMOKE HANGS HEAVY LIFE WAS IN BLACK AND WHITE BUT NOBODY WAS COLORBLIND 6 March 2004