the depression is not significant

watching the light die

 listening to dogs fight

just north   of the good side

                                 of those tracks

where the cops walk fast

                                                   when they pass

you can see the station from here

                     if that lightens your fear

       or straightens her hair

                    when the first snow comes

stir            son

don’t have enough to pay the rent

                but the depression is not         significant

           ask her man      she’ll tell you that

we’ll wait for it

         want to know you haven’t ignored it

     her eyes say something like   hypocrite

                                or    predator

              they don’t say editor

and they damn sure ain’t keeping score

you can count

      one to four

      add it up

if you must

             the birds are singing

so it’s time to go to sleep

take the crosses from your hands

            and lay them at my feet

everything that you borrowed

            every little bit i stole

if the fan makes wind

            then time’s been told

one me one more one stare

the goal of this is fame

fame

    fame

fame

            but it's different   because

                    it's not just my name

content   w/CONtent       at thirty percent

          we got good by not being good

        it was noise

                    by human machines with machines made by humans recorded    by machines made by machines

              it was everything

                           gray and everything 

dawn of a decade

                                                      in a bar  in another bar

                                    bare

                                             the bear

                                    bear the bar

unnatural attachment  gallo shallow   mellow family mallow  in the same ole  same role  samo a big star  the new messiah’s at the big star  


calling it advanced 
                               will earn you an argument    part of it 
                                            and it’s arduous 
      the most language oriented   
                            of all the arts    
                                        how do you start

well      get it together                                 that's one part

do it

  i notice the lateness

and recall the early-ness

               just a warholic

outliving us all    only to fall  and break   the things it takes to enjoy the post-scar   cottonwood heart   air in the air  

one hour        one half            one care  

one (w)hole   

         one me one more one stare

Jean-Michel Basquiat, Riding with Death, 1988