That mad, looped track:
"Hello. Yes! Hello. Yes!"
   Burroughs' voice
over the phone--ambiance
patter to an exhibit
   of Burroughs' spray paint & shotgun
splatter art; his canvas, plywood.

My 10-year-old son puts an eye
   to a shotgun-blown hole
looks through
blonde wood cluster of shot, hive--
one of the many, mad, beat
   scattered marks Burroughs left
Lawrence, his '81-'97 riverside home;
last shot, last typewriter tap,
last paint upon page