“Freud’s theory of sexuality was the half-truth with which he reconfigured his own traumas and anxiety.”

— Louis Breger, FREUD: DARKNESS IN THE MIDST OF VISION

walking home,

clips a cigar,

wants nothing much:

an evening’s peace,

some coke in the vein,

a postulate to chew on;

maybe he will finally

write that letter

to his father. But

they come again:

the boys like monkeys

chattering around him

waving handguns;

the girls bent over,

wiggling their asses.

Where to turn? How

To fly? They trample

him, a wet leaf

plastered to the century,

his flat, stern visage

trembling on the sidewalk

like a paper dollar.