Monday, July 12, 2010


plug in the right hungrier you're born
machine will hungrier hungrier you stay
hungrier famously then
fortune may hungrier hungrier
look at the
two million years of brain stimulation
and the talent isn't yours
hungrier hungrier
all else
a lie of bar soap
hungrier hungrier
caveman fortune
looked at the spear
hungrier hungrier

your children

from Thebes 1991

Urban Werewolf

i want to find the city again
in its nighttime pavement secure against my feet
people out dancing
many false moons

my soul needs that jolting
juice like meat juice i can't find
in any place less wild with light less courageous
light in sympathy with my metabolism light without which i'd be a dog

light i am tired of the country now
of stalks through wood beneath full moon
alone of my kind a city boy in fields
not those of my experience

i need to find the city soon
where four bare feet always find solid sidewalk
and meat juice flows like neon
and there are always plenty of sheep to kill

from Thebes (1991)