Black - The Foremen

My life is black

My beret is black

My apartment is black

My girlfriend is well she's very tan

Oh vast blatant train yard of apocalyptic America

Hissing and groaning like a horse on fire

With a wick like gravy in Evanston like stone

Greasing the abnormal skillet of anti-ardorous

Desire dropping dollops in dreamlike cornucopias

Until nightfall of concupiscent somnolence

'Til the schoolboys know and the carnival barkers know

And the legions of lowing lettuce pickers know

And all those in and out of the "know" know

That roaches are building a motel for us

America

You're an unfriendly waitress with bad cappuccino

"I'm in pain " he said

I said "I know what you mean "

"No " he said "I'm in pain "

I said "I know what you mean "

He said "No man you're standing on my foot "

Come with me now for I feel the tiny teeth

Of time on my tremorous testicles

Like two twin tintypes of I hate it when I get stuck on "t"

Come now and weep sweet elevators

Of glorious infatuation niceties

Covered like miserable telephones in the Arizona dawn

Of cracked brake drums and creaky screen porches

Glowering on the eternal Friday

Like Ulysses Grant in a swimsuit rolling his own

Like Catholicism like cool mud

Like some wild sirocco of canvas

Backdrop nothiningness

In a cucumber sandwich called Suffering

God that's good

And in America when the sun goes down

And the tide goes out

And the people gather 'round

And they all begin to shout

When in resonant sweet shoop

Alleyways the hyena calls of drunken

Spaniards rattle the glass

Where I in second floor oyster bars

Sit digging it where dogs eat dictionaries

And vomit complete sentences

When now and now

And now go the clanging departures

Of cosmos after cosmos and we

Fired like tiny arrows arc toward death

I think of Dean Moriarty

I even think of old Dean Moriarty

I look at where I am

And I know it is time to find a new

Booking agent

Look at this dump