Good-Bye Anomie

Dru can scurry around his apartment and peek into cabinetry

But he can’t say what’s on his mind

Out loud or Aloudly

He mumbles fearfully insteadly;

Unstudly, a rib of a wreak

He dresses himself like a block of wood

As a wheel of cheese—a human boulder of talc

In solitude all costumes are legitimate

If Dru had it in him to say what’s on his mind he would

He would leave here and run there

He would drag himself by his nipples his nostrils

He would drag himself by the penis through hail and hurricane

By the face by the hands by the lips and through lashes he would

If he could only say what’s on his mind

Loud, Aloud, and Aloudly

Slapping his thighs in fury

But Dru can’t stifle the mumble

He’s too far gone to stifle the mumble and say what’s on his mind

Instead, he will drop his pants in the driveway and fuck Anomie’s Chevrolet

Since the day she hit him in the face with that cold final fish

Cranking his ice tray chest open ripping capillaries into shards of bloody ice

He hasn’t since uttered a coherent word and it’s time, he thinks

To leave his broken-hearted jism all over Anomie’s everywhere and everything

He’d shoot a glorious puddle of Turtle Wax onto the car and step into it erectly

rapturous as golden shower nuns on E

Dru imagines applying his corky purple chamois slowly in circles to the dollop and

humping!

But no, and he’ll never fuck Anomie’s house, or claim her mailbox put out

but was “a little tight”

And the Chevrolet is safe because Dru’ll  never speak coherently again but god damn

that was a nice  car