How to throw your voice
A return to well-being. When all of history
said pleasures of the flesh make the head ill,
what little soul was in it to begin with,
all of history lied. An illiterate’s algebra.
Day in, the body rests and lucky body it if
it never wrapped its legs around its head
thinking an ecstatic impression comes around death.
It is telling, always telling an alcoholic knows
more about drive psychology, weathered wino
or no, than a boy who strode on a fine green lawn,
grew tall, went bald, and talked to the fuck ups,
the obvious us, for well-being in the mouth of money.