Contrapuntal carnivores,

crawling down

the alley way

any way they can.

And they can.

Looking for the last dream

left to devour.

Wall to wall wailing

all along the jailbars,

the gay bars

and the hot cars–

Seething with a rabie

for which Pasteur

could find no cure.

Body heat,

Body heat.

Dancing with the Dhalai Lama.

Deli, Dali.

All you can eat.

Spring 1973