When she asked about my muse

I pointed at the red-brown stain on the asphault where
a monkey named Gustaf organ-ground away to mars
God of War. I said, "There are the last bits of hope
don't laugh don't wash don't dream don't ever do that."

"who are you crazy man," you said wrapped in full eye
rolling about what i do not ever not will not can not
know it is my duty to point and yours to listen
and see brown-red stains and memories un-yours

i tapped up toe-heel, step -- two three four more more more
a monkey named Gustaf organ-ground away to mars
"I am God of war," I said, the last bits of sanity
don't laugh, never laugh or my guns come out

cum out, cum out...baby cum out where ever you are
Ollie-Ollie Ox is free and the fields are aglow with his bull
know it is my duty to point and yours to listen
brown-red fur and memories of green grass mine all mine.

i wrapped eye balls and sturgeon, bees and bears and monkey guts
in brown paper red paper white paper folded the mess neatly in a flag
a monkey named Gustaf's organs ground away to Mars
"I am God of war," written on the paper in black sharpie

"I am the crazy man, who are you?" i ask un-you yin-less yang-less
un-banged and free in the fields with Ox and all your bull
know it is my duty to point and yours to listen
brown-read eyes devoid of memories of me-ness and loss

i pointed at the brown-red stain on the asphault where
a monkey named Gustaf organ-ground away to Mars
God of War. I said, "hopeless tastes good in monkey gland sauce"
don't laugh. don't wash. don't dream..never that...nor eat.