day FOUR HUNDRED and NINETY FOUR

More Spleen from Uncle Charlie

Where is Poe?
These streets, these flat elephantine thighs
dragged through the soot.

Specters! Hooligans!
Addicts!
Dog shit!
What have you done with Montparnasse?

Shit on Christ! Where the hell is Poe?
I demand an audience at once!
You call this
Civilization?
The air is choked with nonexistence.

You! Fetch me some hashish at once...
And if you please,
where in the name of God
might one find a decent moll in this shit house of a town?

Hell to pay! Take your damn he-she!
I know your kind, diluting the absinthe with cream soda.
Fucking heathen!

I piss in your hat.

--Jay Passer