Written on the Back of A Coaster
This is the poem that filled a
coaster, but filled the world as
well. You know, the world –
that steaming, heaving mass of
shit and piss and blood and boiling
tempers and great unparalleled insights,
whispered on the lips of daydreamers
and bridge jumpers, pimps and
plagiarizing banshees, howling at
the moons of tragedy and unspoken
ecstasies, that sung from the
bowels of the universe, and imprinted
themselves upon this coaster, scrawled
in a backsliding hand, pleading forgiveness.