Monday, October 30, 2017

10,111. LOOK HOMEWARD, ANGEL

LOOK HOMEWARD, ANGEL
I could sit up all night, I realize, and
be just like a Dr. Feelgood who cares
about nothing at all. I could spend my
life going to library sales and streetcorner
rummage tables, talking with strangers on a
screwed-up train-ride, or buy two bananas for
eighty-five cents from some swami guy with
his vegetable cart. Stuff like that just bugs
me  -  if I saw this guy with a hypodermic
needle, anywhere near my bananas, I'd 
figure the new fatwa was out after me  -  
'to poison his bananas or anything he eats.'
Some jerk-off going straight to Heaven and
his seventy-seven virgins, for killing me.
It's all I can say; it's all I can see.

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