HOW COME I CAN'T
And why again? How come I
can't get anyplace at all? How
come I'm all alone traipsing
these hallowed halls? How
much time left before I die?
I'm watching Lucy Grever set
her table at Wally's Late-Light
Lounge, and it suddenly hits me
I want her all over. Now all that
shit's gone too. I'm a cowboy,
on a steel horse I die?
The book on the table is open to
Leviticus. Leviticus of course I
read by Lyndhurst with the lantern,
lit only by such little light. I think
all these things connect. I think even
God must have a fever. Why can't I?