Horror, Sleaze and Trash.

SOME PEOPLE

Twenty four rolls

of toilet paper,

one log of wood

left for the fire

and if we run out of beer

tonight

I’m going to mix toothpaste

with water

and try to catch a

feeling.

Its just things,

and then nothing

but some people

help make the

time not so

bad.

Like the wog in his

garden and

his dead

wife in a hole.

Or the Quentin inmate

who writes me and says

“Can you stop sending

me letters,

I just want to do my

time in peace.”

Jack Queer who wants

to give me a blow job,

but is always staunched out

by his boy friend.

The last log burns well.

It was thick and strong and

it keeps me warm.

The glass of toothpaste

is a crusty mess

on the light shade

beside me in the morning.

She helps me out of bed,

cleans my glasses and

cooks three sausages

with eggs.

We go shopping

and she buys nothing.

I smoke cigarettes.

Its just things,

and then nothing

but some people

make the time

not so bad