Foreword: The Plastic Clown’s Poems for Junkies, Whores, Priests, and Madmen

I reject yr love
Surely you can see that
I whisper bombing & murder
To tickle yr disgust
Ugliness as motif
& all I need of motive
don’t & stop it
my aboriginal chants
the repetition of originality
my impossible goal
I deny yr love
Like I deny the rays
Of the sun
Pale (& flossy)
                                Flaccid
Immature
Recurrent sobbing
       Glossy
The recalcitrant
       Art show
Of meaning
                  Fails
Darkened by
                Yr absence
Yr smile is my safeword