lie down

Thought maybe the window whistled,
but there was no air. 
Only lukewarm Seagram’s and old sweat.
I opened my eyes
Asking for juice in the morning but wanting a cigarette. 

What is that?
She asks, thrusting her delicate pointer finger
at the dark blotches on my lip.

Casualties of the night.
How he pawed
How he pulls and tears at the lace and elastic like it were flexible
as truth

I said nothing
why would I?
My wounded smile speaking for itself
reeking of bad intentions as it faded in front of you

What you must have thought
when I slung my arm around not to choke,
but hold you.

Whispering that I would bend skyscrapers
and use old Victorian chandeliers like monkey bars.
Just like when I was a kid and thought the rays of the sun
would give me super-powers.

But you don’t believe in poems.
And I dont exist in the world 
that’s inked in pen
in my coffee-notebooks.

So instead
He pawed
How he pulls and tears at the lace and elastic like it were flexible
as truth.
Ashamed you lie so delicately

Next to me. 


 

Improv Hijinks. 

MAD WATTAGE!

Cause your the most beautiful android i’ve ever met.
brrring bap beep beep whooosh booo
and i want to stroke your synthetic hair
not one strain falls out woo
nothing on the comb, nothing on the brush
baby your perfect.
No skin cells nowhere to be found
your perfect
your legs are shapeable to anyway that I choose
you’re simply perfect….
BUT YOUR NOT THE REAL THING!

"I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn..Pennies fallen from the hands of children"

- Fleet Foxes

On Red Roses

Girls these days can not appreciate thick-beards
or strange humor
or anything for that matter.
quit worrying about sex-
don’t be so horny.
let your hair fall thick and long with grease let pimples pop-up over your face.
sit in the wet grass and cultivate your sexuality 
you boil each other in anger 
your bonding; a shrill discussion of hate-stories.
These are the girls I know.
head-sick from dancing to flashing lights.
Wake-up!
What do you become in age?
Read and sit in sweat.
Then clean-up and enter the world
                                                        like
                                                             the rose
                                                                 you
                                                         are. 

The Holy Coupling

A dirty old smokesman I
Pausing speech to inhale tickling dry brownleaves
A white filtered long stick
Unmenthol
And the lungs invigoration betrayed for momentary nicotene delight
To feed the brain and fuck the body!
Ah, to be young
To fuck the body!
And look in the mirror at little chin beard running along the skulls edging-out
Soft, Faceless energy after 60 seconds
Imprisonment after 90
Not my face
Not my muscles
Not my endlessly regenerating and youthful cannon-the sleepy workman of brain-born desire

The reflection of this bodys eyes watched the live person
and vice-versa
And in that climax I looked away from its loophole relieved to be whole again
Conscious of brain and then body
Conscious of nicotene 
And of smoke reddening my Bronchi 

Kerouac’s Belief and Technique for Modern Prose

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You’re a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven