Barbarity not all that is under attack,
the lash out at the delivery boy
now grown
she was hangry
and the trash was supposed to go
out tonight
being much gone
on drugs and lying
down
patted myself
on the right shoulder
where bag strap
becomes a welt
on the tops of my ankles
rub cortizone
and in the letter I had written
mailed to Dusseldorf
fowl scratching
two Johnny Cashes and a Ray Charles
oughta make it to Germany
speedily to Sakamoto's healf
