Love Poem No. 6 Where is Cochise? I Need smoke signals for I love a Woman She’s all like a summer’s day and Some heterosexual poet’s lover who Keeps a good wigwam just Kidding what you think this is 1946? I swear she’s like an apple tree and I respect the essence of her…
Turn Left
I am taken by all the women again Today and Do not like the Hillary Clinton type I am Consumed by the sun Send me fried chicken
Get Rich, Loser
There was panic spilled in the afternoon For there was a deficit of Starbuck’s coffee there Was nothing to do but buy The gas at 3.52 Who would with a conscience make money off 3.52 For a driveway and three cars and a Republican vote? for Obama is destroying the country With his socialism and…
46
The darkness dawn receding In my brain tame to the moon Which shined in my face last night at 3 a.m. A God like Brigitte Bardot why Didn’t Warhol do Bardot? Jack Kennedy would have she was born in Paris, France, Where Billy goats roam Montparnasse buying drawings by Modigliani in Cafes all drunk On…
Thought 29
Give me discipline I write 49 on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, Where van Gogh labored in His depression without Tylenol and Prozac And a mad psychiatrist trying more drugs give Him Lithium too make his hands Tremble In the name of modern medicine the shrinks are Neanderthal
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