from the fag fuck
and the bitch jive
with a gentle hand enmeshed
and with a liver torn.
Running...but barely running
as the toes have turned
and the lungs have burned
with cigarettes and stale-smoke
which coughs and sings
...lying disenchanted on the bed
while a searing pain goes through the head
...and the telephone rings.
Running from those who twist and turn the mind
...they would be breaking all the bones
...they would be mashing brains with stones
...in the scream of their harrowing laughter
they would be ruining
the lives
of other things....