american space

                                  so much    

                           air       in the face

till blues             so much you       turn blue

rattling enos, 

bunking bass

                            eating packages

                            why don't I got the guts

completely 

smothering whiskey

                               on nice me

I went out to make a buck

on an electrician's truck

get Vietnam back 

                             to starting

your loss by 

act of birth

order,

                             there is you!

putting the text away, 

wringing in naughty Q

now I feels the smarting --

I had my baby times.

Put away the wax on

                        wax on radiators

                      could never've said, why, I'd

leave          leave

all such things to

                            flesh out cities

PA

hello

from off
signals charge
to a mother

from brambles,
thick, he and I picked
              a stick

we wizarded
toward the falls,
and shit was there falling

wif hoagie in lotus position
on some strata Siddartha sat

black
           bruises,

           deep
                     greens,

a frog
                     in her hands

ought jump
                     into my pocket,

come home
                     wif us