The branch of stream and law entwine
lost rail to the stars and back again
while the dandelion sits on a weed

my father rung poetry up on his typewriter
typing me to what he wanted to be abstract
even fancied me as “son” when me and my girl screwed

Elmer Fudd 
by the fire 
bald head shining 

Jean Vu 
Lived in Paris 
Rue Rimbaud 

The cops don’t carry magnums of champagne
in the backseats of their cruisers.
In my town, seven year old kids know how to steal motorcycles,

I’ve never been
to heaven
I’ve never been to heaven,

I would enquire of you
The Slinger leaning forward askt
One of the 4 Great Questions

Charlie’s eye was hurt bad and a
spider web of red blood
was dripping from his left face and

how many subway flights to tear away / this terror

I am thinking / of a broken-down blue door / in a flop house.