I
Collar up
Buttons undone
Hair unkempt
Bed unmade eyes red
Out on the road desperate
a worry to the world
an expert unto self
II
Do I have time
I own that thing
Like my bitch
I take her out on Sundays
To race her for a few dimes
Me and my friends like
Our ice-cream cola for
The afternoon
In the evening we move
On to serious things
The canny dog she is
She waits to take me home
and knows her way
When I’ve had
Too much to drink
III
Everything that is dying
And possessed of death
Must it pass through me
And I passing from darkness
To darkness like a shadow
in the labyrinth of time
IV
If all the universe was pain
Could I suffer it
I cussed
Opened my eyes
And saw it was morning
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