burroughs documentary

there is some promise in here somewhere
of things to come; but why promise when
the things are already here; they are necessarily
words themselves. i shoot myself in the foot
not the foot but the part that walks; not the hoof
exactly but the genotype of the hoof; it can't
be made right anymore. william burroughs
said so after all he shot his wife william-tell-
style. why do i mention this? because it happened.
fate compels the black water to indeed
rise to the surface once in a while; to re-
collect itself as in a dream &      how
do we know we're not dead anyway? i know,
i invented the billboard for your entertainment.
look into my gravelly eyes for the thrill
of it. i have already done this; once; but not
just for any man; for a dead one i didn't
know. he's gone and there's no bringing him back.