Stow Away For A While

He snuck through the steerage, shoulder by shoulder, used two ticketless hands to stow away,

and smile in accomplish.

He peeped, and gawked on grotesques and gargoyle faces, university spectacles on sharp, narrow noses. He sat next to idiots crying Faggot! Queer! Sloshing around their beer. He was drunk too, and pitied himself for silence had stolen his tongue. He was a whim of “several billion cells to be him for a while” for a while.

Charles Mingus! he cried

Hughes, Hughes kissing whiskey and head struck ejaculate,

over and over

Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus