A febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack

tonight the windows are watching the streets all conspire

and the lampost can't stop crying

If I could fly high above the world

would i see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity?

Or would I just see hungry lover homicides loving brother suicides

and olly olly oxenfrees who pickaside and hide



The world is scratching at my door

My morning papers got the scores,

the human interest stories, and the obituary



Cockroach nape and rattling traps,

how many devils can you fit upon a match head?

Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction



In my alley around the corner

there's a wino with feathered shoulders

and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back.

There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like Thanksgiving

and a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living



The world is scratching at my door

My morning papers got the scores, the human interest stories, and the obituary



Cradle for the cat, Wolfe looks back

how many angels can you fit upon a match?

I want to know why Hemmingway cracked

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction



Life is the crummiest book I ever read, there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheal

shots

Pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up



Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction