warhole

 


me, Crisp,
Burroughs and Bukowski never liked dusting

well, it's an association
that includes me

sunday, best day,
some sections of humanity are almost human for a day

but wars are
not called off, they still
get shot
by those who
are chosen by God

as my friend says - 'what
planet do they live
on?'

the t.v. mag said a boxer
had been
jailed for
'dog fighting'

probably not pitbulls he
was fighting, I would guess

anyway I said hi to the
guy who lives
opposite. he looked
at me as
if I'd spat in his face instead

religions, systems, species, ideologies

going nowhere fast

just like me

if you like me,
hey I like you too, fucking great.