A 4:24 Selectric At the coffee club I asked for your core Like Quasimodo or Frankenstein (Although I was really like the 1931 Bela Lugosi Count Dracula, vampire of Transylvania). You turned your eyes like an actress in Japan, Then closed them and held them closed tensely, And I assumed you were thinking of a…
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Neon, Astronaut
Neon, Astronaut From my wander knees—which yet still believe in God, A billboard floating next to the Hilton across the street— I waited, pipe in mouth, like three characters in Godot. Once a priest in my 14th-floor tower of bells Like Quasimodo, I (bilingual, unmedicated, lunatic) Am now a sultry James Dean desired by…
Medicine Men Howl
Medicine Men Howl With a feather I inquired like Jack Wilson, And chasing the evil of stars, I would be a chief of Indians, Although the God-damned camp fires burn like Rome. I would take you to Morocco to paint as if French Or talk to you on Cezanne’s early failures. Teenage medicine men…
Car in the Night 3 feb 10
In Parisian Caf…
In Parisian Cafes I, lonely count of Transylvania, Approached you with the passion of Mars, Drooping with silence under a black cape, Wishing to address your neck, which cannot be defended. I (awkward, frail Frankenstein) fumbled for your face In my wrecked mind in wrecked invisible evenings. You taught me about nihilism when you retreated,…
Rite of the Old Dancer
Rite of the Old Dancer Take me from the backyard Of the stars, For I am cuckoo Sailing abandoned oceans. I would rather Verona, Where I could survive Like a soldier from Sparta, Although today I am startled. On Sundays I take Chinese tea, Thinking of women in the galleries of fine…
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