Blackbird

Sarah. So, yeah, he's just had a child with that black bird.

Hope. A blackbird?

Sarah. It's funny 'ent it.

Hope. A blackbird, really. Are you being serious?

Sarah. Yeah, last week.

Hope. Well I'll be. Miracles never cease.

Sarah. I know. I didn't know they were his type either.

Tautological Poems 1 & 2

1

when ya drink ya drink

when ya eat ya eat

2

when ya piss ya piss
when ya shit ya shit

Chris's letter to Santa

life(1)

my lif's a misprint
my life's a four letter word suffixed into five

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(1) my life's a footnote to everything else, like the weather in Winter or Spring

Curriculum Vitae

What more do they want?

as Ginsberg said to America, I say to Britain, 'I'm sick of your insane demands'

the grass is a nice place to lay and think

Talking about an ultra scan pic, human being fetuses in the womb look like waves, I say, human beings are like waves. The picture is waves, she says, low frequency sound waves, you're boring me again. Ach, I used to think of myself as interesting, thought that that observation was interesting. Delusions of grandeur. Just look at my ouevre, it's all I, I, I. I can't help it. No, all I can sometimes hope is to hope that somewhere somebody doesn't really mind it too much.

poem #73

Broodin'
Moodin'
Stood in dogshit