you only mattered to munchkins on steroids
and harequin dames wearing social disease
on their outskirts. your life could be reduced
to a used subway ticket, but if you steal a ride
it could be a lifetime sentence. birds rob
your window view and leave your stalking lovers
breathless with panic-holes. you dream of dogs
dreaming of you dreaming of them as blind puppies.
somebody will not wake up. somebody has a tender foot
with a leash. somebody's tired of cleaning up all the shit
being made to shampoo the carpets with intrinsically
beautiful tankas. mr. bojangles sends you his love
then barfs a whole night's supply of pureed.
your mother stays gagged in one of your dreams
about hotel rooms and bad drug deals.
if you could scream you'd attenuate the universe
with increasingly relentless orbits of inorganic silence.