I only know her face from underground newspapers;
blown in the gutter needle stuck in her skinny arm;
turning purple in the street laid out on the pavement
color pages escaping far and wide
she's famous somewhere in Europe;
I didn't know where I woke up & didn't know the girl;
she didn't see the car and the curlers were all over the ground;
the cop calling my name, the day passed with a bang;
goodnight, mother; put your ******* back
on and go down and walk the dog; there's a city
out there; u should see it sometime;
beside the door and beyond the window her
fantasy of being a second Mother
Theresa ended where u'd expect they would;
now she's dead & no one ever buried her fireballs
have all the freeze-dried meatballs and spaghetti
they need to live in China for the rest of their lives:
the CCCP can't last forever & Rome will rise again;
I came in my own hand between beneath from
out of w/in all below beside bathed in with
by the Russian fantasia of colored lights