Ode to a Tijuana Toilet (or the famous Fuck You Prosaic Principle)

Portrait of Jim & naked ass
in the mirror (from backstage
it issaid: IT IS"MORBID!"
Is it MORIBUND it is asked,
Oh Great Crusty bowel of no end
SHOWING HIS BALLS TO THE WORLD
Is it Sebastian
yanking arrows out of his butt
Or the brave matador's shadow
the last moment in the/mirror
IS IT THE FATHER
who cries it is the "MORBID SON"
THE ANSWER ARRIVES:
Fuck dad, dear dead, fuck you.
The lonely man who can't
get out
from the back of the mirror
Great puppet of the Other
O breathing life
to the dead on the sand
Dried sea weed that speaks
singing Italian Songs
on Patchen Place
to the caged girl
The body in a tin can
empty of the soul
The crow is crowing
and two becomes one
THE END
The pen is set aside,
the moving finger wrote
and now he takes a shit.