Kept Saying Primo Levi Was An Accident"
kept saying Primo Levi was an accident
& "about as scary as a glass of orange juice"
Orange Jews he kept saying, when I asked for a raise, high
& seedy love to be gathered & dispersed
like diaphanous monks or politics
I never wanted to fight the war against m.s.
I am trying to live with myself in critical care
in Chelsea room #406 minus the bladder control of brownies
Did a dog fall out that window I sorta understand
child leashes on Manhattan streets
like bravura brushstroke, one little dash right here
& it's all over I defend blindly whatever
brings me money. Well there's nothing
wonderful in that I really should stop
with the queer diction it's 1999 but I got laid
in heaven & must rage on as such
against the dying of the light, etc.
& Jerk Attempt
I come from Madagascar
a wrestler says,
hair a gavotte
of wispy tangles
in the neon arena.
what furious & accepted monster is this,
trembling like Katharine Hepburn
or a malaria patient
coming down the blue
sluice of morning,
I felt gorgeous & linear yesterday
our hero type gasps,
& the spotlight is advancing
on his white buttocks
(stark mad, falls down)
like a crippled Rothschild
in a room
of swift nudes
& it's highway robbery
how he signs over
his days, fist in mouth:
he thinks, victory
an erratic bloom
on sheer yesterday
(years roll suggestively by)
"time is nutting you just shit,
get old, sick, crazy, fucked-out."
I look at people & think Jesus what happened here.
Race turns to me & speak its rage & I
Am dark with it. Like the troubled teen life
Of Farrah Fawcett or an orphanage saved
By a bikini car wash or Harry
pissing in the elevator, my Affair to Remember.
The original Thomas Crown Affair was much better
Than the mascara-streaked Russo pummeling Pierce
Brosnan's impervious chest.
The Heart's Filthy Lesson we call it.
An Infinity begins and backfires.
A stately bang against the universe
Crude and seminal like the special olympics.
Or the heroine's false sense of invincibility I just
Want to grab her by her anorexic shoulders & moan
I know, I know, but Snow White she seems so easy
One kiss & she really "came to life." Slut.
I guess I was expecting rain, suspecting
Harry when he was being so good.
Back, Welcome Back
the seasons someone says fall
or I've mistaken a trust in the vernacular
the seasons someone says fall and I drop like hell
what fresh hell is this? I'm burning
Toast black you know
like Eileen Myles.
I cannot live a hot & depressed life, etc.
It's like dots of sweat
trembling on Maria Callas's mustache. Call that
-- pastiche. Healthy living.
You know like vegetables & dope
or I've mistaken a trust in the vernacular
Churlish. treading water
having left the left
I always steep when left behind
on the Verrazzano Bridge
Welling, backing down. . .Lydia's lover said
"I really identified with Epstein as a Puerto-Rican Jew.
Puerto-Rican Jew with a routine latrine job. "
a smoky dot in Europe.
like cabin air & passing out
peach-tinted hygiene manuals
on westside highway I lead men on
like the virgil of the garment district:
lovely structure on your right
is Harry's jeans & a struggling pyramid of girls & oh
Well I understand his orphans with my gun like cinema verite
through with lower-functioning inmates--
with the "inkings of Scandinavian malaise" & whatnot
I go see art & feel priceless but to be a good sport you have
& lose value like junk bonds he likes to "sit back & watch
stuffed with alabaster tits I left alone, sexy & mightily unDutch
set fire to a batik picture
of Mother Chelsea the Pitiless who wasn't sickle-
Cell white & incontinent & Dia-funded
in his cloud shirt by myself
to stalk the night through all eternity & original so on
Through the small ballet company of stocking runs & upset
down Sixth Avenue, John Wieners,
the Americas breaking apart so I can feel this sinuous & partial
like lyme disease with a drip in the arm & the sky is falling.
Shark Wrangler Goes to Church
Americans love seafood I can
Be invited inside the national chain of my choice
But today all the chains are failing & the weather's crushing
On all the hotties in the Chelsea district I wish
We were all dead & tight & cleanly risen like scabs
Or a smart Lord & Taylor window even less attractive
The more you scrub, the closer you get to the super-hero inside
a.k.a. The Spiderwoman is our queer version
of The Chocolate Wars. What I wouldn't do for Sam
Cooke. Laying eggs for me & nobody else. But here the man's trouble.
He's been to my house. Milk protein straight from the subway midday
on a Sunday.
The Turks are not with me now & this thing keeps breaking open.
held a sweaty mother once too
with an armature lines
Oh god yes & didn't he feel that like a kid
moved by a tornado
& plopped down into a watered-down cotillion,
truant semester of brain nerves & deviled eggs
& so we are awful little people with awful little dreams...
don't get in a fuck about it
thinks Beatrix crapped out on a diagonal,
with car swerves & mad-cap shooting
at the height of a person's heart
the glamour & crash of Wittgenstein without blood
or Black Russians
the helixes of Beatrix
"my speedy dessert season"
An armistice wrested from the dying bunnies
& splayed like the fourth of July
bean primed for love & petrified
like spring girls in weight rooms at 14
Hold on pussy hold on
There you go. Now you're fine.
affections return tenacious
& slow like spanked kids or continental drift
All this & she is blind
Century wasn't supposed to start like this.
I fucked myself senseless in cut-offs with Astroglide
& Doc Johnson multi-speed . I hope everyone out there
In Viewerland understands what I mean by that.
I put down rebellion with good ketchup violence,
Some pussy text from THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE
In what became a ruptured aneurysm, a grande dame honored at lunch.
Nasdaq fell & I'm at home with the kids, my beautiful Ramone Dee
& my shy mother Sandy. A mother's love is so special.
Hey Mama my heart belongs to you... & The Sherry Netherlands also
But the bellboy at The Sherry Netherlands is tough love
& smarts with a Chinese visibility like hats. A dream & I
In this heinous poem, I cried Harry, that I was failing
Gorgeously. He stuck a thumb in my ass said "sleep it off kid."