coming out of…

Illustration by Jean-Claude Claeys

coming out of

chinatown
thinking of
the knife
going into
jack nich
olson’s
nose i
look over
& jerry is
ripping the
buttons
off his
shirt he’s
going
straight
down &
there is
a gray
automatic
next to
his skin
i don’t
understand
anything
he sez
he cd be
speaking
in tongues
a red sun
burns
a black
hole in
the sky

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