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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