False eyelash in Maria’s transmission

maria — she’s mexican — but she’s american as Howling Wolf — ‘my worried mind, it annoys me! i cant take my rest! i’m disgusting!’ says her brother, who sneaks across the border & gets drunk on skinny whores & Turkish gas — ‘maria needs a shot’ says King Villager ‘she needs a shot of a very bored God’ — the rest of the villagers sing a song that sounds like ‘oh the days of forty nine’ in a Welsh accent & Adlai Stevenson starting a riot on the mountaintop… maria once nailed coffins for a living — ‘i will bust a plateglass window over Adlai Stevenson’s head!’ says her brother very drunk on Turkish gas ‘i will prove to him that he too is a masochist — i shall make him bend like a woman & wish he was on a freight train to Frisco’ — a marine with his finger nibbled — Josephine — whose grandfather died at Shiloh — stabbed maria once & hid her clothes — she was arrested on an incest charge… King Villager, who is slowly dying of cancer, polishes his noisy beard now & mutters ‘cops — progress american monuments’ & ‘nothing matters’ maria has made love with a beggar recently — he was disguised in flamboyant tinfoil they made it in a saddlebag — she can run a mile in 5 days point 9 & the traveling roadshow that comes thru the town once a year respects her for it… maria’s father lays dead on the hill — rich pimps — humanity & civilization walk over his grave to show her that they mean business… she is not going on any goodwill tours this year — there is a false eyelash in her transmission… there is not many places she can taste

this is my last letter — i’ve tried to

please you, but i see now that you have

too much on your mind what you need is

someone to flatter you i would do that, hut

what would be the worth? after all, i

need nothing from you you are so much

tied up in, though, that you have turned

into a piece of hunger while the mystics

of the world jump in the sun, you have

turned into a lampshade — if youre going to think,

dont think about why people dont love each

other — think about why they dont love themselves —

maybe then, you will begin to love them if

you have something to say, let me know, i’m

just around the corner, located by the flight

controls take it easy & dont scratch too

much — watch the green peppers & i think youve

had enough popcorn — youre turning into an addict —

as i said, there’s simply nothing i can give

you excpt a simply — there is nothing i can take

from you excpt a guilty conscience — i cant give

nor take any habit… see you at the masquerade ball

tormentedly

water boy