Not because of cocks that throb
or because our faces
hold the hook of beauty:
we are bad boys because
we have cast aside
a quiet house
with children and a dog.
We have abandoned
the envy of our neighbors
& the splendor
of a well-hewed reputation.
We are bad boys:
we let out lives be changed.
We weep
when we speak of Ezra Pound.
We do not think Van Gogh was mad.
We yearn for Henry Miller's Paris.