Test of strength; time
to stay alive inside and
stop going away.

Ripping hot all-night
jam session with Romulus.
We got lost again.

Don’t look for it.
It’s not there ever any
more without reason.

Alive today gone
tomorrow is another
time to be wasted.

Seven times seven
equals about forty-nine.
That’s like math, man.

Tangler twisted, an
expanding black rose upon
a Farewell Towelette.

He spilt cashmere all
over the elevator.
It was a peak stage.

Quietly racing
against raw mobile blur.
Ten bucks regular.

Cool breeze soaks in
thru broken glass, in the back
seat, black limousine.

Burning tight joints
with glossy golden beer-mugs.
Not this reality!

You made me supple.
Little hungered rumble.
Telescope. Huddle.

You made me stumble.
Whittle hunger asunder.
Microscope. Thunder.

You make me humble.
Spittle under my unders.
Kaleidoscope. Plunder.

Ice tub, Frozen lung—
Hell of a son of a gun.
Mystery river.