Life of the dead
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
All I do is trademarks and logos
and -- no pun intended --
I hurt them early -- around May 25 --
often -- some days I only watch one channel --
and I don't get dressed every day --
only for watching movies.
Imagine that the beach is one woman's square sheets
and another's infinite absurdity.
Gradually, what I had to do --
I'm wearing the kahukus of Sun Ra --
well, I don’t know that I HAD to, but
I did and I'm proud -- I'd
call my friends on a device
other than my own pocket.
In this way they bore it long --
they bore it like these words bore a hole
in a dead man's eyebrows,
like the random walk that one takes
with narrow, probing eyes.
Imperialism's face, anal administrators --
Don't degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
The buzzing of a bee outside this paragraph.