un beso de buenas noches a los gusanos

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor's green pill
drink tea as the sharks swim through vases of flowers
ten times around they go twenty
searching for my sissy heart
in a freak May night in Los Angeles Sunday
somebody playing Beethoven..
But meanwhile the green pill
these greasy floors off the avenue and down there
a plot of worms of worms of wormsand up here
no nymph blonde to love me to sleep while I am waiting.
(Bukowski)