Creams of beggar emotion
soft toss of frenetic fingers
stroke the beards
On the silent ones
down in the
breeding pits at Skid Row
(The dawn raids in Hollywood netted
chinga boys and fuck-all)
their tony insouciant faces
Reveal diagrams aggressive shadow
famous gab sessions and hash out
intended soliloquies no listening
Only avalanche spit
offered up as bait
the listless words of the newcomers
Dreamers are ignored
picking nit fathers bothering scabs
with blowtorch therapy
or thought
alone
laughing
told joke about massaging
a monkey's nipple
on a dare
their drunk pasties
liquid ablutions
over a week
and that prophet
stands disfigured
just slightly sane
