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I ran with them, I ran, I wrote, I scored, I slept at their cracked doors, I pushed 'till A.'s eyes popped phishhhhhh out of his silver threaded skull and his shirt tails were soiled like a soul gone bad, reed gone mad, sax note gone bad, meat gone bad as the reckless rebel hour approached fumed and fueled rising-shining free apocalype skybound meteoric fury: "Jack", I said to him, his shiny published volumes flying little pages little blank pages -not like mine- I said "Jack you need not yell like cabs screeching down b-street taking on sweet meat taking down the low beat drunken loaded impacted suns suns suns sons and daughters barking for dough just like me & Jack Jack Jack like love meant something something some
like it meant something
like
I told Corso I could not do this. He said "Yeah". A poet is only is a poet. But he was always right.______________________________________________________ _____I lock the door upon yourself and enter another door... yes, another door... but all's not right not tonight I shut the door upon myself I shut the blinds and when I close my eyes I am sacked again, me by me, eye for eye, sacked like flour! ah as I lay all white there above the melting sun turned big glazed drippping bun at the hour of seizure of closure all because I lock the door upon myself blessed eviction and lay all white like christina all white like smack chrissie my heroine just like you 'till one day you finally
shut that door ___________________________________________________________h e shoots me
he shoots me not
he shoots me
he shoots me not
he shoots me
he shoots me not
(a woman arrives at dawn
to an angry waiting hipster, 1958)_______________________________________________________ are you there?
do you read me?
you think
this is laudable advisable
useful?
like you,
i once was young
brokenhearted,
even brave,
but
read my lips:
never
never
never
did i take such abuse
______________________________________________________ goes like this: you take an envelope not too large just wide enough to cram your little wretched soul petals all open anenome narcissiflora busy little bee then you take a stamp and lick it delectably ruthlessly ('cause you're thirsty) then you slip it inside let it inside such a bad bad ride let that knife glide
funny thing
you're bleeding
and it doesn't even hurt ________________________________________________name name name says neal as though a name can hold me be me live like me name name NAME screams neal I so try to recall must have missplaced missused it stuck it on righteous dust covers then dust to dust straight to hell left it scrawled on a coaster I handed to some drunken cowboy back in the night long long long ago
and when that useless name left me
my dears, little ones, my semblance,
I died died died
and it felt like heaven____________________________________________________ye s jesus is the reason i became what i am a pool of shame sitting dark under the bed a wreath of fire a bleeding head black moon rising over fields of white sheep a stone spleen spray mock mock knocked me down jesus taught me good lord yes no one else around but you to blame no one around oh the glory scribes and comets rage split wide the heavens crossed mercury red and then the angels fall ah salty taste of sin shed black tears lord shed your lizard skin when you deliver the goods deliver me from myself _____________________________________________________
these are the times terrible times jaundice frailty megaphones war crane spit unto the open sky oh times times such as these the making of new men the waking of new ills the lame lame deeds of the rich rich rich & the sick sick ways of the poor so poor so dreadfully insolvent because these are the times of preposterous wealth unthinkable sin unsinkable pin float hay-wire I bide I abide I gather the hawk time unto my breast & hold it close & feel rich rich rich in my hour plenitude amplitude solitude supine wings spread like nuke heads war jags infinitude is all we lack destitute is all we are & we don’t even know it don’t sniff a whiff don’t read the signs oh the times I told you that these are the times I warned you little snitch you snatched history time was nicked and hawked I told you it would come to pass I so pleaded I implored I thought I made myself clear did I make myself clear?
heaven
turn your black eye
upon us
mere
frivolous civilians
set your sirens ablaze
the
hawks
are
down
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Womankind,
You who have branded me,
You of the black frills and diminutive whips,
You who tower at the height of the ladder
And wait in the abyss,
I stand before you as I lose you
Do not forsake me, elder daughter,
Sink within me if you must,
Engraved, enslaved, miss me
If I fail to show,
Forgive me if I fail to give,
For I empty, I carcass, I defeat
Left to dry in red musk wind.
As the seas part at your command,
And I walk forth faith blinding,
Let the waters cold embrace me,
Let them take me,
Lead me down, you mothers,
Lay still my trembling tongue.
White page make me no one
White page write me no one
White page make me no one
Erase me, womankind,
Stall little red philosophical engine,
Be oh so emotional and cry, if you must,
Forgive me all refusals,
For I refuse
I refuse
I refuse
The golden ring in rust,
The cherished gems pawned,
The implacable whiteness of your veils
Whiteness, write me no one
Whiteness, make me no one
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