because of awful waking sleep
punctuated by dreams
of
graphic ultraviolence
where i attacked a
NY club doorman
with one of those pole things that hold red queueing rope
all Goodfellas style on opening night
and the wolfmen who stabbed in the side like jesus
leaving me wailing on the restaurant floor
and
am now righteously hallucinatory
with headaches and glowing hands
big and light as zeppelins
hurrying to cook me vegatables
there
will
be
no post
today
oh
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