I'll put the hoodoo on you, I can do it, it comes in a can
in 1954 in a back alley behind a bar they
found a lady cut in four pieces and written in her juice on
the bricks above
he had scrawled PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE I KILL
AGAIN in letters that leaned and
draggled so they called him The Cleveland Torso Murderer
and never caught him,
it figures
all these liberals are brainless
if you want to see jeans just peak into any alabaster
gravel pit in Mestalinas
all these liberals have hairy shirts
Real life is in the back row of a 2nd run movie house in
Utica, have you been
there
this guy with his hair greased back was drunk
and getting drunker when I sat down and his face kept
twisting; he cried I'm a
goddamn stupid sonofabitch but doan choo try to tell me
nothin I didn't he
might have come from Cleveland
if the stars are right I can witch you I can make your hair
fall out
You don't need hairy jeans to stand outside a Safeway
store in Smalls Falls and watch a cloud under the high
blue sky ripple the last shadows of summer over the asphalt
parking lot two
acres wide
A real hack believes blackboards are true
for myself I would turn them all soft like custard scoop
them feed them to blackbirds save corn for murderers
in huge and ancient Buicks sperm grows on seatcovers
and flows upstream toward the sound of Chuck Berry
once I saw a drunk in Redcliff and he had stuffed a
newspaper in his mouth he
jigged jubilantly
around a two shadowed light pole
I could gun you down with magic nose bullets
There are still drugstore saints
Still virgins pedalling bikes with playing cards affixed to
the rear spokes
with clothespins
The students have made things up
The liberals have shit themselves and produced a satchel-
load of smelly
numbers
Radicals scratch secret sores and pore over back numbers
bore a little hole in your head sez I insert a candle
