Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

people who believe in politics
are like people who believe in god:
they are sucking wind through bent
straws.
there is no god
there are no politics
there is no peace
there is no love
there is no control
there is no plan
stay away from god
remain disturbed
slide.

agony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
walking
talking
smiling,
seeming to be.

blue moon, oh bleweeww mooooon how I adore you!
I care for you, darling, I love you,
the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked
Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.
and because you fucked N. I had to fuck
Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you
here in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it,
no matter what happens I’d call it love, and so
you fucked C. and then before I could move
you fucked W., so then I had to fuck D. But
I want you to know that I love you, I think of you
constantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybody
like I love you.
bow wow bow wow wow
bow wow bow wow wow.

if I have any advice about writing
poetry, it’s—
don

it’s hot tonight
and half the neighborhood is
drunk. the other half is
dead.

to die alone and ready and unsurprised,
that’s the trick.

stick with the laughter and horror of death.

meat is cut as roses are cut
men die as dogs die
love dies like dogs die,

I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself with sex.

these poets are very sensitive
they have more sensitivity than talent,