or of desperation

an extremely pleasing sensation of affection all over my entire body,
"please, sister morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams"

seeing the sinister side in my infamous dance,
downing a mescaline drink in front of a television camera,
i told my interviewer that between the beginning
and end of my next sentence, i am going to be gone for a long, long time

a universal impulse, sipping a latte on ave. a,
or chewing betel nuts in an indonesian marketplace,
depressed, forever shifting the lady of grace’s state of consciousness to get through the day

a blonde woman seems to be looking for the pearly gates in my eyes, the caution signs plastered all around my unfinished framework are a sure give-away

unleashed passions, it does not, to be honest,
sound so bad, on many a christmas list this year,
a lifestyle of excess, or of desperation

New yOrk

listening to jazz
listening to jazz
listening to jazz with the artist
jawin, mashin, slappin time with a master,
artist…
is like that
busting through,
not thinking, just doing, sometimes I think….ruins it
school…old scool… new school…any kind of school…its cools with me with me with me…with me I tell him…tapping out with my son…sun…so(u)(l)n of mine
tapping out with my son…son
rump-it-pump-pum
he is the master…i’m just a fool… i’m just a fool…
sittin by an open window, listenin to Latina mamas in the building across the street
“mirada, mirada, Carmen…” spoon whipping out a tempo against a bowl
glass breakin, hammer poundin, destruction, construction all around
“that taxi almost ran me over”
“No. he didn’t…taxi’s have better aim then that”
a knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork…that’s how you spell New yOrk
some guy once said

entertainment

now that's entertainment

the jackal showed her titties,
while sachmo told a story with his horn,
a whore gave it away for free,
and the virgin mary pranced around in her party dress

he does not approve of any of this but played a long anyway,
giving his balls an open air show,
and chew chew charlie went tute tuting away