Moonlight sonata shut tight in a bottle somewhere. Cut in half by the knight. It's not time anyway. Bleed some more before you show them your teeth. They won't know what to think. Hand it to them on a platter like Van Gogh's ear. The better to hear you with. Clean off the knife first. Offer them grapes. When they look away, laugh then spit out the seeds. You won't be happy for a long time. Quit fooling yourself. Your knight in shining armour has left with all your money and you can't call cousin Tim. Your breath reeks of everything you've ever eaten, killed twice, and then ran over. Road-kill. That's what you are. You think a pill will help you sprout wings? Put your finger down your throat and feel what you've become. Then roll over and play dead.
Is your mama gone this time for good with her twenty dollar trick and balloon did she leave you all alone this time with no man to rub his bone did he lick his fingers to the bone and make you taste his tongue this time you have your panties on this time is she really gone where you goin with no panties on where's your mama gone? Pick up your insides girl and go where quiet tears go where little lost girls go not where mamas and tricks go.

con trivial bullshit
forced up like a loogie
your DNA projectile
stopped in midair
while you think of the words

Rondo in A minor. My feet are sore. Blisters on the bottom that I've popped and sucked the juice out of. I've removed all but three of my toe covers. My medicine seems to be working. That winnebago was parked around the corner again. I do not trust that mother-fucker. For the past few days it's been parked in various spots on this block. I forgot to jot down the license plate number and now I've forgotten it. Transcendental etude no. 10. That fucking anatomy book wasn't worth shit. They're already out with a new edition. Put it in the jimmy britter with all the others. No poem today. Maybe it's the weather. I've stopped bleeding. I have not bathed yet. Fucking jehovah's witnesses just came by. "? Speaky spanish?" "Si. Pero no speaky jesus." I have lived here awhile. I wonder what the neighbors think. What they thought that day I got hauled off. I wonder if hearts of palm come from palm trees. I want to call cousin tim. I haven't talked to him since papa died. He was drunk. He only calls when he's drunk. Just like me. No whiskey, nuthin to say.