Zoo Thoughts

Written on bourbon in tea and conversation at Neal’s kitchen table

the zookeeper came to clean my cage
            put things in order
            swept away the
            manure of me

I watched
            allowed him a certain freedom about
            the jail, though I rumbled a
            bit and showed my yellow
            teeth when he got too close

the Grey and the Cold started to give up

the People, the Greys started
bleeding towards us

                        the sun came out
                       
            I ate the zookeeper

“Let’s give the folks a show, I thought.

June 1976 nyc