Shiki soku ze ku

Shiki soku ze ku,

Ku soku ze shiki
Hurry up it’s time

clock nails closing door
Drooling cries moaning

flabby hands sweat Drab
knife-edge headlamp glare

shades to black and white
Drive in distorted

circles wait get out
parking Unseeing

eyes flat twisting numb
hands pulling too far

Head thrown back pale lights
clutch fingers Drag out

wet marks cold patterns
Greasy hands jaw slack

eyes slant away Dull
still vacant stalking

lifeless streets searching
Wanting not wanting

absent touch dead heat
Lust is emptiness,

Emptiness is lust

[Los Angeles, San Francisco, 4/27/90-3/7/93]