(divergent poem, after listening to Captain Beefheart’s Hey Garland, I Dig Your Tweed Coat)
Give me back my heart
you loony
the hapless sprout from a
fairytale-clout
clobbered him from underneath a
spider’s house
the words of a God scented through
the thick curtain overthrown by
Jesus-deep nothingness
his belly ached like belly’s lead
torn smiling like a headmaster’s
stress-pain
she was a grandmaster in her
icy skull-laked naked
saviouress
people peopled jazzy chested
chess-games in the open sun
he barfed hairy seizures
fit open into a one-cloud mind
leave this holy mind of mine
he mimed
give me back my heart you fool
you loony
give me back my heart
you tune