Tarántula
Paradise, skid row & Maria briefly
fatty Aphrodite’s mama — i bend to you… & with sex mad eternity at my vegetable shadow — i, wiping my hands on the horse’s neck — the horse burping & you of the Indiana older brother — he who whips you with his belt & you who does not look for reason to your torture & i want your horizontal tongue — within Reflex — the perfect doom & these cruel nitemares where brickmasons introduce me to hideous connections & Marx Brothers grunting NO QUIERO TU SABIDURÍA & your thighs be half awake & me so Sick so Sick of these lovers in Biblical roles — ‘so youre out to save the world are you? you impostor — you freak! youre a contradiction! youre afraid to admit youre a contradiction! youre misleading! you have big feet & you will step on yourself all the people you mislead will pick you up! you have no answers! you have just found a way to pass your time! without this thing, you would shrivel up & be nothing — you are afraid of being nothing — you are caught up in it — it’s got you!’ i am so Sick of Biblical people — they are like castor oil — like rabies & now i wish for Your eyes — you who does not talk any business & sup plies my mind with blankness QUIERO TUS OJOS & your laughing & your slavery… there be no drunken risk — i am an intimate Egyptian — say good bye to the marine
hi — just arrived — terrible trip — this
little man carrying a white mouse
stared at me the whole way — jesus he
was a handsome man — are there any good
lawyers around? will look you up shortly —
have to eat first
sincerely yours.
Froggy