impulsive poetry

I surrendered myself
to damaging worm-feelings
that would lead to a permanent nap under the turf and tulips

I started a fight with some stranger
I quit my job and left California for the south. Mexico.

Then in Mexico I wanted Africa.
But instead I took a bus someplace where it was really hot and the name of the place had about seven syllables.
I got very drunk there and thought about becoming a priest.
I also went to some lesbian bar
and my penis bled at night.

3 months Later I came back to Inglewood, CA.
with no money
no job and
no thin hands to hide the smile nailed to my face with.


I should have just tried that Thai restaurant on Hawthorne Blv.