Eliot

TS who shows me fear
in handfuls of dust never
ended up in this town, altho
fear and dust
go hand in hand.
The bum on the corner
of Charleston Blvd. and Lamb,
next to the McDonalds,
he has a mouthful of dust.
Eyeful my eyes are dust.
Her breasts aren't fat cells,
they're dust cells, and even
beyond the neon, all you sinners
are saints covered in dust, fear
handfuls dry, making worse
my unquenchable thirst,
making worse my unquenchable
thirst.