God told me to awake anotherday
He shall leave me like he found me,
uncolor bleach skinned around my bristle,
while beneath low clouds bishops foxtrot through parks-
their white elephant festival.
Catholic two dollar shoes hurt my feet
as I walk, the leisure of Spokane, Washington.
You can forget telescreens, Russian communism
goldstein men, fondling money, angeldust.
'I will have' (His eyebrows sunk, as Spoke) 'my Ownlife.
My expressions will never tell, sunk into books.'
"Oh, God, make up yourmind..."