Hollywood Boulevard hook me up to your feeding tube I am ready

to smell my perspiration as it disappears.

I am in love with a girl who wears overalls and no undershirt and cowboy

boots with steel tip copperhead eye shaped tears.

Vine City we watched two boys kill each other—their hands crossed

and their knees in each others crotches.

Eating nuts in a bag from a Chinese man who watches pedestrian angst

in Nazi propaganda videos.

Could have let me hold your hand but you handed me the matches and

you held your cigarette and you begged fire from the heavens.

Cabbagetown millionaires your garbage overflowing the streets the garbage

men are on strike your neighbors are your worst enemy.

I bit the head off a magnum bar and the hot metal of your sidearm

held straight in your arm pushing into me.

Mechanicsville dodge the pig’n’chik cops swirling ice cream with their noses

full of whiskey stink mustache hair.

Clotted cream wipe the sugar off the seat tear down all the trees build a house

on a scalp bald hill.

We ride dirt roads with the windows down velour smelling pleather seats

stuck to your ass and pulling you down.

I make love to the wild waves of the fm radio DJ playing soft rock for

a quick buck and a bite to eat.