I was violent.
I stepped on roaches
And ate snakes,
engaging them in dialogue
before biting off their heads.You press me about Sunday night.
Why can’t I see you?
Is there something going on?
Lady, we just met.
Your proprietary instincts appall me.I plundered the assets of the poor
And burned down whole libraries
With their occupants in them
For knowing more than me.You have no right to tell me I can’t see
My ex-wife. No right whatsoever.
Where is it written that a man
Must have a heart full of hatred?The rain is falling.
It is filthy with the bad
Breath of millions.Assess where you are at, old man.
Your stick is broken.
An empty room awaits.May 2005
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