surreal tangerines

will you show me how to kick this engine over
in this endless glazing rain?
it won't start.

send me the address of Hitler's burial mound.
tell me where the good whore lives.

tell me why my elbows don't drop off,
why my head doesn't roll under the bed

don't tell me about Jesus or the devil
or about a new healthy diet.

I just want young girls to watch and wet their panties
while I kill flys with a rolled-up
newspaper.

please show me how to kick this engine over
and tell me that death is only a dream or
a bad joke.

tell me that my real desire is only for
life itself.

tell me how to get out and also stay in.

tell me how to move up and then down.

give me one more chance
one free bottle of good French wine and
a Band-Aid that will truly cover the wound.

help me kick this engine over!
give me a 15-year-old girl to
bring me a plate of tangerines
as the City if Angels goes up in flames.

let me know that my birth and your birth is more than
meaningless mathematics.

let me eat the girl
let me eat the tangerines
in that order.

it has simple rained too hard for
too
long.

please help me kick this god-damn
engine
over
one more time.

--Buk