by Gregory Corso
I stand in the dark light in the dark
and look up at my window, I was
The lights are on; other people are
I am with raincoat; cigarette in
hat over eye, hand on gat.
I cross the street and enter the
The garbage cans haven't stopped
I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears
aims a knife at me ...
I pump him full of lost watches.
Last updated February 18, 2023