Joseph in California

Ransly wants a child
while I just sit here and sip
my boiling black coffee
years are going to go by, as they have.

In the mornings I've been wanting
to sleep later; my love
has gone to the desert
like a bug ripped at the ass
one flies on;
I stay weak-wit,
stay rubber-bone.

我在一列火车之下今晚将睡觉，在黑暗在我的棕色心脏里面的一列火车所有其他烂掉尸体几乎没有被孵化的幼鸟。