On the Ineffable

Far from you
As it might
In a 70’s flick–
Hard mirrors
Distorting glass
That are deaf
To the eye

I live in the fall
Of Spring
Feeling Baghdad

The point now
Is that I’m in a hole
Feeling burnt
Feeling ugly
Feeling K.

For a bet
For a tithe
For a plate
For the table

Of Hitler’s Lyft, Hitler’s Reich

It was never
Hitler’s at all
Too bad.
The table
Is dealt
By billion-
to-one strike
By dug-up
Of the buried

What’s more
It’s the beginning
Of a glorious story

Where I’m Deadpool
Waiting for Batman
For a bear for a jack

They want my balls
They want my eye

Come and get some
Apartment 2N
The Twin Peaks
of Vtah

I’ll spring you a leak
With just a slap
From the Arc

To the naked eye
My spinal chord
Is out of whack

But nobody wants to hear about that

Boo!–boo!–
The drum
Is not dead

After blowout of mount heartattack

As prefaced
Apparently
I am alone
But some
Cowards
Are invisible

I look down
I look up
I look slant
I look side

Some dweeb
Has pecked
“Service Road”
Into my Samsung

Just wow!–
How did they
Get away with
That and that–

Don’t sweat
Don’t worry
They didn’t
Becoming
Themselves

Chicken
Jay-
walking
While

(well what?)
Listening
To the final
Symphony
By Bach

I could end
I could stop
But like Gump

I gots balls
And keep
Drumming