they asked me not to write anything, just rest my eyes and have happy thoughts
somewhere I could hear a circus passing, perhaps it was someone famous, a lion tamer in Mick Jagger socks
they asked me not to write anything, just rest my eyes and have happy thoughts
somewhere I could hear a circus passing, perhaps it was someone famous, a lion tamer in Mick Jagger socks
they got their secrets
but it is just the baby blood
it opens your eyes
all those lies about growing old
how death is quick
painless
(+) before Death arrives, your space crowded with demons
EVE PRAISED YESTERDAY AND WANTED IT TO BE EVERY DAY, ADAM FOUND VALUE IN TODAY AND WANTED IT TO BE THE FOUNDATION FOR TOMORROW
you know and you know not
you listen but you never learn
the angel says that you are lukewarm
and spits you out
(+) pity those with need of nothing
PERHAPS NATALIE MERCHANT COULD SING A DITTY ABOUT THE WHOLE EVENT
no secret that Eve had difficulties with self-abandonment
God with his fake Hollywood simulation of caring
Adam resenting his limited submission to her
withholding during lovemaking
withholding more and more
THE SOLITARY MAN IN BLACK WHO SENT ME A VALENTINE EACH YEAR
he begged me to die first
commitment issues
loneliness and solitude
(+) loneliness barks
(+) solitude purrs
WEAKNESS: CURIOUS ATTRACTIONS AT THE TRUCK STOP
nothing puritanical down at the truck stop
humor would be found in orgasm integrity
no loss of selfhood though orgasmic surrender
uprooted intellectuals
unsaid or half-said
sexual dialogue
nothing unobserved
outsiders often faint
PRAYING THE DOWNFALL LIFTED, THE WATER TAMED
the evening news:
all that was and more
many others bound and twisted
constant reports of primordial darkness
automobile-like submerged and frightening
15 minutes after the Ark landed on Mount Ararat
Yahweh had steam coming out his ears—He was upset
ACROSS THE RIVER, HADES IS VISIBLE
newcomers hold their hands over their ears trying to draw sound from silence
the hollowed emptiness of the soul, the hum of death faded away
PLACEBO TOWN: SOUP KITCHEN STREET
half way around the final curve of reciprocated love
a trivial sex life playing in a near-empty cinema
ambling through daydreams of walking upright
the phone ringing, curious magazines
begging for photographs
would I bend over
for a close-up ?
dreams about having a packed suitcase
ready for a quick getaway
met a new man today
fabulous shoes
long, long toes
he was like the best cigarette I ever smoked
instantly I was charmed and crazy in love
how divine to combine adrenalin
and pure meth from a lab
twice, the Olympic stud
(+) I heard him in the bathroom weeping
I had no idea that there were homeless in Placebo Town
standing there in line for some free erection cream
the gentlemen in front of me
were discussing what a marvel of engineering
the Mars helicopter had turned out to be
the bingo card inside my head exploded
MARVEL ?
a simple way to put out forest fires
(+) with the erection cream came one pair of rubber gloves
and a list of instructions: