Between some freshly-laid piss
and vomit from some 'china girl'
or 'odradek,' he collapses or more
accurately 'subsides' after tracing
a penta-grammed ridgeline
of ashes and stardust; right off
the porcelain lid, shattering Corporal
Clegg's floccinaucinihilipilification-
nous wooden leg. Off the bath-
room floor,
Boswell hums the abysmal
name of the rose, and begins
to confess to 'swallowing
a bomb'
inside *The Bahnhof Zoo*,
the yellow to orange submarine
in which Boswell mindfully lifts
out from the fog of some unspeakable
trance,
at the bottom of the sea, ribbiting like a bullfrog
next to Aleister Crowley, atop a blue whale's stiff corse.