wait! had to do it right
on the house
sipping unknown wine
with dirt beneath my fingering nails
on the mark
but off the rails
reading Howl
and somehow
it fails to resonate
before the third glass
but after the fifth
there developed an impasse
between my pinwheel eyes and scatter brain,
thinking of the angelheaded hipsters
and the old lady spinsters,
trying to find their way home.
someone called near the end
and the phone ringing went unanswered,
so it was up to me to pretend
that everything made some shuddering sense,
even as i was being destroyed by
a drunken midnight madness
while ironing my underwear in a lonely room,
imagining a copulating bride and groom
reading between the lines
neatly arranged on the floor.
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