If you can, write a love poem first.
Use words to translate the love of every goddamn animal…
If you can, write a poem about a ravishing whore first,
her Kohl, her satire, her animal love,
her naked ass; flowing and waving through this concrete psychology.
If you can, watch a football match first,
and then find dystopian anomaly.
If you can, get drunk and doped and hammered,
and suck the nebula away…suck, suck, suck through this existential binocular.
If you can,be on the move…irritating and hopelessly lonely.