WE’RE IN THE VIPER ROOM


We lick the land of slide; we kiss
the kangaroo; we suck a
sun of light; we pluck
our peek-a-boo.

And on the sidewalks with
them hustlers leachy
leeching. Is there
a leak to take –
what are
we any
way?

Are you out there?

We’re in the Viper
Room, the rat
is in the
hallway.

“Could you please tell
me where the
restrooms
are?”

“You mean, like
in lavatory?”

We dig the afterlife; hereafter,
spirit world; we live on
borrowed time; we dig
our gold hair curled.

And on the barstools with
them tenders beady
beer rings. Is there
a blob to drop –
a globule,
what you
say?

Are you in there?

We’re in the Viper
Room, the beast
is on the
highway.

“No legend nor fiction
could ever live
up to that
reality.”

“You mean, like
of this oddball?”

A private speedball
of the soul
kicks risky
business
in the
face.

And modes outdated
local styles
do dodgy
ditches
at the
races.

Reckon in or
reckon with
Holly does
wood.

Pack
err.


M.J.C.A. 19-01-2007