#(presumably the woman is metaphorical since wieners - like so many other poets in this book - was gay)

[evilkitten3]

A POEM FOR THE INSANE

The 2nd afternoon I come back to the women of Munch. Models with god over

their shoulders, vampires, the heads are down and blood is the water- color they use to turn on. The story is not done. There is one wall left to walk. Yeah

Afterwards—Nathan gone, big Eric busted, Swanson down. It is right, the Melancholy on the Beach. I do not split

I hold on to the demon tree, while shadows drift around me. Until at last there is only left the Death Chamber. Family Reunion in it. Rocking chairs and

who is the young man who sneaks out thru the black curtain, away from the bad bed.

Yeah stand now on the new road, with the huge mountain on your right out of the mist

the bridge before me, the woman waiting with no mouth, waiting for me to kiss it on.

I will. I will walk with my eyes up on you for ever. We step into the Kiss, 1897. The light streams.

Melancholy carries a red sky and our dreams are blue boats no one can bust or blow out to sea. W ride them and Tingel-Tangel in the afternoon.