An inspection of doleful rottenness
reveals a moral unknown
for how do we tumble down this embankment?
how do we become unquestionably fine and sober?
Our daughters are married to terror and
night, your name comes in shades of breath
your widows come with pistols and they
and chisel your compliments off
the pillars of your dissoluteness.
your lords strangle their fathers
and divide their delicate fortunes
while leaving the bodies hanging
Night! help me to survive your desperadoes
as I draw nearer to your descendants.
Bright- the poet is demolished
Having no place to sleep
he sprinkles himself about the months
he was a distant expression of sense
an affluent joke told in a nightmare
it knows its blood
it knows its touch
and finds itself lost among the undesirables
The glutton's purpose
is to give the account of the eye
while an odd questioner
who doesn't give a shit
and the truthful error
the evident weeks reverse fortune
the dim bookkeeper
carries forward the broken sums
a private moment somewhere
is quietly emptied