And I am an unhappy stranger
grooking in the streets of Mexico-
My friends have died on me, my
lovers disappeared, my whores banned,
my bed rocked and heaved by
earthquake - and no holy weed
to get high by candlelight
and dream - only fumes of buses,
dust storms, and maids peeking at me
thru a hole in the door
secretly drilled to watch
masturbators fuck pillows -
I am the Gargoyle
of Our Lady
dreaming in space
gray mist dreams -
My face is pointed towards Napoleon
-- I have no form --
My address book is full of RIPs
I have no value in the void,
at home without honour, -
My only friend is an old fag
without a typewriter
Who, if he's my friend,
I'll be buggered.
I have some mayonnaise left,
a whole unwanted bottle of oil,
peasants washing my sky light,
a nut clearing his throat
In the bathroom next to mine
a hundred times a day
sharing my common ceiling -
If I get drunk I get thirsty
- if I walk my foot breaks down
- if I smile my mask's a farce
- if I cry I'm just a child -
- if I remember I'm a liar
- if I write the writing's done -
- if I die the dying's over -
- if I live the dying's just begun -
- if I wait the waiting's longer
- if I go the going's gone
- if I sleep the bliss is heavy
- the bliss is heavy on my lids
- if I go to cheap movies
the bedbugs get me -
Expensive movies
I can't afford
- if I do nothing
Nothing does