I am eating teeth.
no longer at the bookstore,
but in the Bowery.
on me,
I have a postcard
and Oklahoma is on it.
and devils, I don't have a photograph
of the devil anymore.
must've lost it.
can you believe it?
what?
it.
can you fucking believe Michael Jackson is dead?
that's crazy.
Monday's are always half over.
shove that wisdom up your ass...
now go do something,
besides read poetry
at noon
on a Monday.