Sir Throasher

Die man in the kinky hay of grotesque,
Empty copulation.
See the movie
With the Gody Murder marine:
Liquor license,
See, know Jo Blo,
Dionysian cat food.

Apparently the train of the thought is skewed --
Towards Topeka.
Eleven farmers by the road
With tight naughty virgin:
Goats.

Timidly I space-out to drunken catholic professors.
Teach neoclassical:
Economics
The Reagan Pall,
Nancy
ON
MY
FACE
DANCE.

Just say, "Fucking No."
Great Americans drop acid and finish bicycle religions
And that park in San Fran
That ferlinghetti came in,
Come in:
Read Anti-Communist Korean want ads!
Examples?
Yes and sloppy:
Better dead than Red.

Marx is of the bodacious persuasion.
I know international pidgins love grain
And pounce and frolic in the play of change
And revolution!

Revulsion, as this poem goes,
As hope is defined
Accounts define,
Know the priests:
Wheat.

"Sir, the gas-station Christians are ALPHA."
Loaning money to desert acid children,
To young for the war, the whore,
The dropping of Nixon quotes
That are the toilet paper of Harvard.
Go to the streets and see:
LA Greyhound Bus-Terminal Four-AM Hell.
People die without credit
In this part of North America,
Native America:
(Not ours)