Land plays baseball with
Stolen goods: little
Black boys smile like gold
Chains on their mezzanines,
...
Something is truly being
Beautiful,
Seen from the cliffs with the
Lights out,
...
Come with me into the
Opulent grotto, and I
Will breathe my genius
Between your petals;
...
I was robbed at
Gunpoint tonight,
Erin;
So where the hell were you
...
I have already written
My
Five poems for the
Night
...
I have trained my lions
And slept in cop cars, Erin:
Tonight I was caracoled by no less
Than six cop cars, Erin,
...
All my life in Hell
With a wife I’ve never
Had,
Rolling boulders
...
I was robbed at gunpoint
But I still will ride horses
Around the acres of
Night, of
...
My god doesn’t have a
D$ck: she is the other
Sort of god,
And I was held up at
...
I live so close to the rivers of
Old people
That you would not believe
Me darling
...