Passing out of a great city 
A flower in confusion, 
I, the speaker, and you, the listener;

Supremest fictions grow with fungus speed,
The drunk by lies, the diver knows by art
The blurry wrecks made fairy-tale with weed.

There was a bed prepared and avoided
Smoke faces
Too great a distraction

It's gone about far enough,
your being kind to animals.
I've had a belly full.

I am straddling Marini’s horse
using the horseman’s cock as my handle
galloping in place until it comes off in my hand.

I tire as I carve the passage
Til the wind peeks out from underneath.
Yes, I guess this is clean now.

It's true: I am a coward. The other night,
at dinner, I neglected to tell you how much
I detest your latest novel. Had you asked me,

There you are again, arms
outstretched as if to welcome me.
I am fluttering 

How easily we say he’s down 
And out or itinerant, that tramp 
Rummaging the afternoon, 

& with a blunt cafeteria table knife
mr macadam clerical officer bludgeons
the half poached egg that is his