All the Way Down Him, For Real, 2006

I just molted.
I can’t see what I shed. It’s gone.
I don’t have my glasses on now.
They weren’t in the case.

I molted & wiggled out.
Squeezed out. I wondering when the words would
come back. It came right, immediately after
I finished. It was right there waiting me to finish—
the book.

The book is done.

I molted and then I finished the book.
It’s done. It’s done. I turned to the woman who was
sitting behind me last night, in the dimmed room.
I turned and said, “I love to watch MEN (not women)
at the height of their careers.” “I love to watch their pinnacle.”

I turned and watched the jerk beam. I had never seen a man
beam like that before. He shone. He poured sweat.
I couldn’t say it in the new company I kept last night.
Considering I had just met them.
I love men. I LOVE them. Look at them beam.

I molted and I went to a party–right away.
Right then. I went. Through the frozen ghetto.

They had put false-fronts on the buildings for
the TV cameras. Don’t see our hookers, our bums.
We put the bums in that jail. We put the crack-heads in the
other. We put the homeless over there. We put the dumb
white chicks on the east-side. Keep them quiet. We put the guys,
well, they’re already dead.
So, who gives a shit.

I’ll rock your world.
They did.
They put on the show. While the factory crumbles behind them.
The people are bleeding in the street. But, they mopped it up
with a street sweep. The governor paid the bill. They just swept up
the whole city and turned on the TV cameras.


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