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.