“A single sentence will suffice for modern man:
He fornicated and read the papers.”
This morning the news:
there are birds in the middle
of my best thought.
I shake the paper as if it were
a tambourine. Someone
puts money there. I smile like
an all-day fucker. I shake
like change. You enter with
your easy ecdysiast ways.
You shake and I go deep within.
I go deep with in, and oh with out.