Cataloging the Detritus of my Life
Run home!
High up in
Antarctica,
Eyes red and
Knuckles callused.
The last choice…
Look!
Legless,
[A] human guinea pig.
The rare
Exception
The last choice…
So, go
Home.
It’s rough,
[It’s] dangerous.
[And]
You aren’t allowed to pick your last choice…
The pleasure
Battalions,
Simply
Understand,
Are pretty
good.
They
Can cut it
Both in
Preparation
And ability.
Any idea
Why?
Because people,
Too many people,
Want
It
That’s your right,
everbody,
Male or
Female,
Have his
Right to
Pay and
Get
“Hard pushed.”
But
It is a
Highly skilled
Trade
dirty, nasty, dangerous…
Leading life
Going for
Space.
Laugh seriously
Into each collision.
Go!
Going Starside
Railing in gaudy
Without
Ignore, attention, absence.
Carmen.
Carmen wasn’t anybody’s girl.
She treated us equal and
impersonally.
But, I knew her. She often
came over.
Mother considered good.
She was right.
She never gossiped.
She kept her own affairs right.
Small and neat
Perfect health.
Perfect.
She was a wonder!
You just never thought about
Her.
