Cup and a mug

What I need is, what I need
is a bird at my window
or a squirrel in my yard.
I think they will sing and scratch
and keep me company when the sky is white,
the water at some height

Me with my mug and malaise
Me with my cup and a vase
on hushed tables where my fables sit;
The fables I sent door to door
door to rusty door to door

an apple core being beside apple cores, 
are eaten round and year round
found and lost, though abundant

Bang! Bang!

Song of the country fool

who needs some sweetness

Bees and fleas in a caustic weather

Burn 'round fast, falling hither and thither.

Feel it all and call to them all,

"Bang! Bang! Boom!"

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Needs and feeds does he, with a hollow crocodile tail,

Animal bones, "It's dead", says he, with a crooked coffin nail.

Murky and great, a knife laid deep in her sands,

Deals warm liquor water with her black, swampy hands.

Willows in Louisiana, and more skeetos too,

There's a fella in a shiny new suit for ya, boo!

There's a boy, there's a man!
What a damn fool he must be!

What a world it is and what a world it'll be!