Taste of Shotgun

the roar of our engines promises us cover — we wear choking pants & are slaves to appetite—we get stoned on joan crawford & form teeming colonies & die of masculine conversation...Marcellus, wearing khaki when madness struck him, immediately—filed suit against an illegitimate son belonging to someone else — Josie said everybody at the trial came with a blowgun...Tom Tom made Melodius hate him, then jumped from a window— we are all alike & place scorpions neatly in our insides — we lake pills through the ass — we praise faggot missionaries & throw homosexuals into phenomenon gutters..;in the winter a blackface musician announces he is from Two Women — he spends his free time trying to peel the moon & he's here to collect his eight cent stamp — Marguerita the pusher, wheeling a cartful of Thursday up Damaen's Row yelling "cockles & muscles", kills him for getting in the way of her appetite...the rewards are few on Chemical Isle— little girls hide perfume up their shrimps & there are no giants — the warmongers have stolen all our german measles & are giving them to the doctors to use as bribes — i stayed awake tor three hours last nite with Pearl — she claimed to have walked by a rooming house i once lived in — we had nothing in common, me & Pearl — i shared her boredom & had nothing to give her — i was drunk and entertained myself...we wish to make journeys & use everything except our feet & we meet tongue tied broken vulgar geeks with gorilla handshakes & drunken Hercules waits for us on our beds & we must salute him & he says that the new helicopters have arrived & "this is your geek" & "you will take your orders from him" yes the rewards! are few here but there are no oaths to take nor mental strokes — except for the self conscious insanity brought in by hunters with radios wearing religious clothes, all goes will. . .Angola being bombed this morning, i right now am happy with nausea — my head is suffocatin — i am gazing into the big dipper with silver buttoned blouse in my nostrils—i'm glad Marguerita's all right—i Do feel expensive

i am leaving my kid on your doorstep,
if youre so hot, you'll see that he
gets taken care of. after all, he's
your kid too.i expect to see him in about
twenty years, so you better do a good
job. i am going into the mountains
to find work, i am taking along
the food, remember luv, keep the
stove clean & watch the gas tank

yours louie louie