XI.
he is without any
struggle
they say
he is without
yet he is
yet is he
inside it
he is inside his own
inside
he is inside his own
and he has himself
knows his heart his mind is clear
his mind is made up
by a maid when he gets out of bed
gets off the bed strangling his cock
in the sheets and gathers of the sheets
the throng of sheets the throng gathers
he is shat he is jizzed
soaped and scented anointed
with a careless hand
supercilious unction
and the maid has only helped him
with careless hand
gathering the wet and knotted sheet
cleaning the toilet
living the again again
the again again
workaday world Shakespeare
how does she read
how does she fare
better
he has deeply sorry sorrow
at depth neither drug can reach plum
no alcohol nor love love frack up
love passion he has without
he is without suffering
whose tongue said it all for him
her how did it all get said
he has a sorry sorrow deep
dumb inside
he has himself
inside
on whom is bestowed the fat
fat of his hand of his anointment
he has throttled his white poem
in a hotel bed Wordsworth
the again again of his oil
all this
all this he has
he has fat
he is without kneeling
is his legs apart
is huge with being
his legs apart he has
all this inside snorts
how did it come
to be how did it come
all this all
a machine wash for your shit
a machine for jizz again again
the poem wash
does not kneel
is without kneeling
wash the poem
this instant
…
grey
is the water
grey the days
midweek the midweek days
turn grey
daydream grey
daydreams
outside every classroom
so grey
sweetsmelling grey of a thousand years
a thousand sweet from now
now this instant old us grey
sweetsmelling dust
so grey so
day dreams
classroom windows
thousand years from now
thousand miles from here
so grey so
also out of reach
forever out
my hat is grey
my heart is
will the object of our hearts also
will the object of our hearts be grey
will your eyes open on mine so
day dreams
classroom windows
and thousand thousands
will I dream in them
look forever out
forever out dream
this instant
…
