KITTY CAT'S DEAD IN THE FUTURE
IN THE FUTURE WHERE I'M MISERABLE OVER HER
this thought shouldn't be so loud but it's louder than the loudest waterfall
which seems to be flowing right in front of my window

The Apartment on Metal Stilts, Near Some Rocks

You're jumping from a 58-foot waterfall naked,
your penis flapping in the wind,
the wind probably quite thankful for the interference

I'm drinking a bucket of blue housepaint
in order to make myself more interesting
I should be drinking rice milk
from a silver bucket instead
but the blue paint really makes me feel strong

I'm not writing this for the people of the future
they bore me already
I'm writing it for you and for
the idiot looking over my shoulder

there are thirty or so robots in the street
bending knives into almost harmless U-shapes
with their silver hands on silver and their arms squeaking
I've decided to go out into the street and spray grease on their joints
I haven't decided yet whether or not to ask them to attack you
with their moderate weapons

I'm going to make love to the mud of the river bed
and feel like a tiger
if you won't swim toward me
you've leaped enough times already
and the cold water isn't doing anything nice for your anatomy
if you won't buy me a bottle of pink champagne before midnight
I'm going to become your boss by accident and fire you
from a job that you'll never even have

THEY CALLED HER FLORENCE THE BENDER (song lyrics)

take all your money out
get whiskey for four
the siamese blonde loses half
drunk on the floor

weekends we switch beds
whisper different names
the river between us
don't flow for these games

third-floor jumping jacks
a thousand bodies at once
touch me through floorboards
rewind me of our stunts

there's no darkness when we all oblige

My lil' ladylove & I sat by the river with a friend today & I scrawled this like a song while she strummed a guitar & the dog dug a hole...

acne-eyed, bashful bodies move
under the concrete bridgework,
looking hard for a last egg to crack
on their master's stone mask

long cat tongues, come green-pink
out of the river's headstart
pricking the air, pricking the air
around the Japan of our pretty dog

and his ears, and his ears
pick up on, pick up on the river people
the river people moving the current so good wrong
with their long hands long