MAYBE THE FLOOR WILL WAKE ME UP
                                               
                                              Hanging out in Spray Paint City.
                                              Speed that poetry to the brain. All
                                              will suck it suck it suck it in the
                                              end. Open that chapbook to the very
                                              last page. Listen to the drugs. The
                                              drugs are talking to you now. Fall
                                              out of bed. Harry died. Let's go get
                                              some beers. Ramsey had a color tele-
                                              vision and posters of naked women on
                                              the wall.