










getup get dressed take the subway to school stare at my hands on the commute sit thru class draw dicks go to work draw more dicks eat a sandwich regret that I don’t ask for enough mayo start walking home the bodega some vegetables for dinner rejected by Rafael smoke a cig next four blocks so on so forth wash my hair trim my pubes read poetry cry about poetry moan about my gut stuff my face with lentils and cabbage—



who am I
again
every day is the same—
I wish I was Blake
living on another plane of existence—
existing in the light in sunflowers
in the pages of my books & heaven—
I don’t know if I’m a poet
—or much of a person
for that matter
it seems to me that every man is great (especially Rafael)
every man is great every day is great
inhaling capitalist smoke & getting paid
in love & cars & whiskey & handjobs—
every man is great except me
maybe I should just become a grocery boy
fondle the papayas & bananas
caress the flanks of butchered lamb—
gingerly restock the condoms
& chewing gum—
please mother universe
swallow me up
spit me out
with your sexy cosmic mouth
wet with rainbow drool
crying!
screaming! naked!
clouds as hair planets as eyes
moral teeth wisdom earwax
Harlem
all of existence on my tongue—



