I wrote in black ink on wet paper pads
and now I write in black and white light
I'm sick all the time and awake at night
America is gone and I am forgotten and belly fat and happy
I could go on forever then wake up under a tree,
towels and cartons.
two towels and pillow towel, over body and under head,
one carton vodka, half glass of old yellow cider from shed.
pink petals and tree blossoms all over me and underfoot
and I am sad for last night but warm bellied and happy
I am a dangerous lynx, Martha.
If I ever got charged drunk driving,
I'd drive drinking to court.
Thus is my danger composure.
my speciality destruction.
currently belly happy and warm.