Poems About War

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3/9/91

Father says to son

“Ya done good son,

ya done real good,

now wash the

blood off ya’ hands

and come on inside,

your mother made your

favorite, meatloaf.”

by turning in Dash to Hackett,

his manager Erin, ends up

jacking off again, goes to

confession, but priest says

its a sinful, lonely thing,

but priest works for Hackett,

& turns in Arto, but Arto gets

back, because when he’s

celibate w/ Dash, all the

fags want Dash to love him alone

3/10/91 Song of a Married Man

“This ring is heavy now.

~~Every morning it seems~~

It is gold, thick, warm.

At one time it was

very bright, even reflected the sun,

But now it is dull and

tarnished with the passing

of years.

When I wake up in

the morning and slip

it over my finger,

It seems heavier and

heavier each passing sunrise.

The earth’s gravity

tugs, ~~tugs~~ and tugs, till

I fear one day it will

simply slip off.”

3/12/91 For the French Girls

Your tongues are turned

upside-down, but

somehow I’m still

compelled by your

ironwood black

impossibly curled hair,

spirals and spirals

that shake nervously

under your foreign laugh.

I don’t understand

a thing you say, I can’t

speak French, but

I can read your eyes,

amber eyes, the

universal language of

your pupils, lit up

by the shine of your

magic brown skin,

But maybe my

tongue is upside down,

or maybe my skin

is too, too much duller

than yours, or maybe

my eyes are shut?

3/20/91

initiation by

approximation

3/23/91

There are no words

to express this,

only pictures;

Life is a picture,

poems are artifice,

This is the electric

life, half the time

I’m unplugged, but now

I’m plugged in!

It’s like folk VS rock

Who needs the acoustic life?

It’s too hollow and cold

And – great american experience

Vroom

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