So despairing no
need for
translators.
Cancelled stars bubble
sorrow in
You
for reading me—
The One
who
is as happy
as a
cop
with a donut.
My dangling
nightstick
as black as
the Waterman
I
never write with
but use
in
una poema which
believes nothing
more
Holy than Joy.
Amen. Ole!
Joy—
to whose holiness
the blood
on
my nightstick attests.
An obscenely
fat
baton from the
French who
observed
seeing is suffering.
