Seasons in the Abyss
You fu, you idiot, that’s not it
a goose. You’re drunk.
Allow me to introduce you…
No, that’s not your horse.
(No, woman neither.)
A little into every life
Freud must fall. i am a scammer
I stole that pun. Like I said:
I’m afraid. In every light
A little moth must make a mistake…
Cue power ballad.
I don’t know what to call a spade.
The sky’s gonna be rustling stuff lately.
I open my barbaric yelps.
Du Fu joins me on the porch.
We’re old and full of crap.
The millionaires on the other side,
Their houses are all on fire.
We like it when these houses collapse
like moths in front of clichés.
This appeared in the June 2013 issue of The Walrus
What Picasso Saw (1940)