is why
attila jozsef
threw himself
under
a train
what i
want to
know is
did he
write a
poem
before he
died i’m
betting he
did &
if so
why didn’t
that save
him or
does poetry
ever save
anyone
& did
he feel
that railroad
iron grind
the poem
into his
blood
crouching w/
spiders under
the front
porch when
i heard
jerry’s big
brother
turk say
i hit him
in the head
w/a shovel
& ran i’m
not sure if
he’s even
alive where’s
the shovel
malone asked
fuck i dropped
it why
i wanna see
if you left
any of lyle
on the blade
when they’re
shooting at
you what’re
you thinking
abt billie sd
dillinger
tossed a
45 slug &
billie caught
it a hole
in the wall
dillinger sd
billie stared
at the bullet
a second
then tossed
it back sd
you mean
death no
dillinger re
plied it’s
where death
sleeps i
wanna go
there get
a taste of
the night
if it’s any
of yr
goddam
business
o’hara sd
pouring
a shot
there’s a
nice new
hole be
tween
geiger’s
eyes
o’hara
leaned for
ward in
the bar’s
half dark
sd why
all the
questions
you
writing a
book
a poem
i replied
downing
my drink
poetry
what the
fuck
is that
whiskey
& blood
asshole
whiskey
& blood
ben johnson
aside while
filming the
battle of
bloody porch
in the wild
bunch & sd
you looked
good in
that last
shot but it
wasn’t in
tense enough
what the
hell are you
talking abt
johnson
replied i
broke my
finger wor
king that
goddam
machine
gun i don’t
give a fuck
if you broke
yr dick
make it
look like
you are
falling in
love w/that
browning
because it’s
going to
be yr angel
of death
president
had his
back to
the door
when dill
inger & red
hamilton
walked in
the pres
ident turned
when dill
inger used
the gun
barrel to
tap on the
counter
i suppose
you want
the money
the pres
ident sd
you have a
choice dill
inger replied
you can
give me
the money
or else
what the
president
sd dillinger
smiled sd
you can
suck my
machine
gun i
washed
off the
barrel
leaving
for a job
makley
took one
last drag
off his
cigaret
flicked it
at a dog
& sd
you read
what some
sheriff
out in
montana
did to
a bankrob
ber no
dillinger
sd what
makley
adjusted
his shoul
der hols
ter sd
the last
one he
caught
he tied to
the back
bumper
of his
car &
dragged
him ten
miles left
most of
the man’s
brains
smeared
on the
road you
figure
you’ll ever
take a ride
like that
dillinger
kissed the
thompson
aimed it
at the sun
went bang
sd i got
all the ride
i’ll ever
need
right here
was pissing
on the
corpse of
a dog when
kenny
stepped out
from be
hind the
dumpster
& shot him
the 12
gauge
double ought
buck took
everything
hanging
between his
legs &
knocked
him against
a big
black wall
around w/a
45 auto
while larry
sez kid
kid but i’m
not listening
because
i like the
feel of the
hammer
spur digging
into my
thumb kid
i can letcha
have it
cheap i’m
aiming at
my reflec
tion in the
mirror first
world war
vintage &
it still works
fine a
thousand
bucks gets
you the his
tory of death
larry sez
palming his
cigaret my
smile lights
the gun
barrel i in
vented the
history of
death now
all i wanna
do is conjure
the action