Dig It

I ate the Cleveland Sandwich
it is raining all the time
in the butter hut near Watanga
my elbows are bleeding from
leaning on my side and reading
the chalk manuals. Tell me you
love me in braille quickly before
I go off my rocker. I've stopped rocking
now that the boat has docked
and the nuns are shouting to the
shitty kids to come in off
the money. I'm off the money
I want to have a look around a little
bit and then I'm going to read
up on loneliness and the clowns
who proclaim the medicine is
making life better late at night
what bullshit lies, what mocha
brown can do for a room: dig it!
I'll be in the office.