Bob Hicok - A beacon's a candle that's overachieved

Let's be commies together. The share
and share alike kind. I have eight hundred
and twenty-three dollars. A broken left
big toe nail. This poem and a cat
sitting on my lap as I write. Syphilis
or a cold. A woman offered to hump
William Carlos Williams full of syphilis
so his brain would have spirochetes and his poems
the genius of madness. She was a sexual commie
but water's the biggest communist of all.
It's in trees, leather shoes, ampersands,
beach sands, and the poor rivers
never get to sleep. I drea...