or, another nobody punched in the gut by the works of Hubert Selby Jr.


I wish I did it for the same reason but I didn’t,

not to pluck out a song for the pain of the people

on whatever strings might rain from the Brooklyn

sky, not to rail against cold metal fascists, not

to tear fire from the sky or sewers, I did not write

it for that reason, I wish I had that reason, maybe

when I am a physician I can prolong somebody’s

life long enough for them to eat the brains of their

relatives in a sacred endocannibalistic rite, for them

to write it to the caged messiahs, to abuse the abusers,

that would be enough, those words would be reason

enough for me to believe in the process.