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(From) The Record of My Cure
by Sal Salasin
February 25, 1995

Next up, doglike carnivores join the search for food. In my dream, I find
myself on Montel Williams engaged in pointless argument with three
slatterns and some guy with thinning, slicked back hair. I don't want to
change the world, I just want to change the channel.
People in love will say anything. Like "road pizza" or "prosecutorial
misconduct." In my dream, I'm standing naked in a ruined landscape on a
ruined world and all the animals are standing around saying, "It was man,
he did it."


February 27, 1995

My girlfriend likes to ask me, "What year is it? Who's president?" She
likes to see if my brain is totally rotten. We have these pet phrases we
say to each other like "Keep your fucking hands on the car."
I don't know why people hassle me, I'm a lifelong contributor to the
social security administration. Hey! If the ends don't justify the means,
what does? It's a franchise, like Jiffy Lube. And probably gang related.
They say they love you but would they pay $5 to park in Venice,
California? Not!! Your best friend is probably inflatable.


March 20, 1995

Dengue Fever, Mankind's Last Best Hope? Or Blueprint for Bondage. You
decide. The past is unfinished and the future yet to come. Maybe we'll get
lucky but I doubt it.

That's me, there, standing next to Toyota Jackson, Michael's sister? I've
just stumbled in in rags to announce I've lost the farm at three-card
monte. "It all looked so easy and I was winning."

If death is young and beautiful, why is she hanging around here?


March 22, 1995
Yesterday I saw my life story on the Discovery Channel. Every morning I
wake up thinking of death. My inner child wants to eat over-floured food
and be left alone. I had the gun in my mouth when I realized I still had a
load in the dryer. I was pandering to the debased taste of a sensation-
seeking public. They didn't bite.

Inanimate objects lead more exciting lives than I do, but it ain't
personal. Why don't we rot? I sit alone with a jug of wine, watching the
moon all runny like an overripe cheese.


April 4, 1995


You know, in a crazy sort of way I have to feel sorry for anyone
incarcerated without benefit of legal counsel. I'm not dead I just can't
look away from all the blood. When I think about all the time I wasted in
petty crimes when I could have been involved in serious, really major war
crimes against whole nations and ecosystems! One of the three nicest
things about me is I'm witty, charming, and reasonably priced. Take
control of your destiny. Dial 1-900-PSYCHIC. We're ready to train you now
to work in the travel agency of the future.


April 7, 1995

This is our president and this is his water dish. My girlfriend has an
iron that's smarter than I am.
I have this nightmare where I'm visiting my grandmother and get drafted
into the Iraqi army. What's new? Everything's old and everything's still
the same. Exactly as Marx predicted. I'm the same. Not that eternity
winks.
The most exciting sexual encounter you're ever likely to almost have had.
Rule #1: Never post bail for anyone on the first date. I couldn't tell you
rule #2 since I never got that far but I am sure of rule #1.
(from a line by Paul Hoover)


April 10, 1995

I'm lying on the floor of the intensive care ward making friends with a
lot of folks on drugs. The two ugliest people in the world are standing
outside and smoking cigarettes. It's a great job, at least beats wearing
an orange vest and picking up trash by the highway. I'd plead the fifth
but I can't count that high. That's on advice of counsel, a large black
dog named Sam. There's got to be a bottom and I know someday I'll find it.
I take some comfort in that. Part of my desire to be mental.

Publications:

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Links: http://www.scn.org/arts/realpoetik

Email: salasin@scn.org

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