
I'm not afraid of the ugliness
I am the ugliness
I'm not afraid of the
Exhaust fumes from
Street cars or buttholes
I am the exhaust
I don't care about
Women or men
I don't care about rich people
Or saints
I care about the gum on my shoe
And the mouse in the wall
And the roach who found its way
into my wet underwear
I don't want steak for dinner
If beans will do
And they will do
I am the exhaust
And beans will do
There is no need for
Compassion
Everything is working as it should
And the weak are going down
Good riddance to them!
I have poetry to write
I don't care if nobody likes poetry
Fuck them in their clean white asses
I will stay with the Blues
And Paul Verlaine and Charles Mingus
And Jim Valvis
Who is going to love you
Without lying to you?
I believe in the truth
I believe that love can be honest
And diamonds and mountains and ants
I believe that love can be
Raspberries in wine
And tongues on the soft skin
Of necks and rose petals thrown
Into the darkness of Winter
If you think everyone lies
Then lie with them and vomit
Like a child who's had his first sip
Of Southern Comfort
I don't care if your hair is red
Or you have a knitting needle
Pierced through your balls
Or if your skin is carved up
With the initials of somebody
Who gave you up
I will stand with you
And drink my drinks
And smoke my joints
And roll naked through
The maggots in the mud
And spit on birds
And shit on flowers
I will stand with you
And scream as loudly as you will
I will scream!!!
~Miller