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I havent slept
for 3 nights
or 3 days
and my eyes are more
red than white;
I laugh in the
mirror,
and I have been
listening to the clock
tick
and the gas
of my heater
smells
a hot thick
heavy
smell, run
through with the sounds
of cars,
cars strung up
like ornaments
in my head, but
I have read
the classics
and on my couch
sleeps a wine-soaked
whore
who for the first
time
has heard
Beethoven`s 9th,
and bored,
has fallen asleep,
politely
listening.

just think, daddy, she said,
with your brains
you might be the first man
to copulate
on the moon