There is this Swallow of it.
And two days ago I was
Eating
of it—a book, and a long End to Thinking:
Either(and)/(in)Or
And why the
fuck not. One, in this Life, is much too
Apologetic. The Shits
in this Life, are
to be Given, Shared, Squeezed.
Why live in
the City. Or, a She said, this Life,
is too far away
from actual Living.
Why (is) to go, or Consume, I
Swallow.
If I don’t get up there to my Disaster,—Well, I did
Dance, with this
either once, or:
Oh, If I don’t
get to Moving this Life—
Anyhow, I
Remember some of the Faces, I know
what my Life might have been like, say,
a Parade, or,
You Say:-------------------------------à“Mammothing,
a Cocksucker” in
the City here, Growing just dark enough;—Today
the Sun is
is not is to any other
is my Insistence
to Consume,
is Force in
itself, and you—
