some kid gave me crap askin' me why i gave it all up. don't mean jackrabbit shit that i was 18 and trophy ridden and i hated that weight. and when i left nem they all spat the same in my face sayin' now i was too light. i hate the entropic means they put on the genius. were not allowed our madness. we must fester in brilliance and shine only when our heads are sunk into pillows our bodies crowned in satin lining in a buick. i almost wrote to carolina. that watery place. gave me some mildew and i can still taste it and smell it. that too close to the moisture. the carpet stung by the air so heavy in wet sleek.

i dont have a haven. life with the cobbler satisfies the wife in me for a bit. for a whirl. and then a man in coat tails and a cane takes my fancy and i put my arm in his and stroll as he points this way and that with the cane, past people and pests and gestures to the giant sculpture of DAVID circumcised. i found his humour so repellant i had to laugh.he was a disgrace, but then that is my life. i am disgrace. and sufficiently proud. i am all the disabilities and merry dirty presents under the rug. being sssshhhed for ever. i am the unuttered in broad daylight.

nem won't you have it. across these borders.

i feel no shame. and that is my shtick. my italic. my niche.

my forte is oblivion.