Child of Jonny

Dear jonny
i have found a couple
who want our child
down in burbank
a husband wife team
think you and i
can drop a lamb
that will suit them fine
and be quite fat for sacrifice

even though we dont
wear underwear--
I told them today
we dont wear underwear
under any circumstance
cannot be in the contract
and they said
they dont care
if we pierce each other
deaf n dumb n blind no
they dont care if we lose
track of the time it takes
for the moon to fade
and the sun to shine

dear jonny they
are begging madly
tearing off their skins
the kliens rolexes fly
they want our bloody
rat yours and mine

they want to be with us
when we make it
to pretend they are us
they'd rather play-like it
once removed they say
is how they get off
oh iznt that sadder
than stale vanilla wafers
but we could start a new p.k.g.
surrogate sex et al. format
with your ph.d. in lizard worship
and my leopardskin pillbox hat
hey i am sure theyll go for that
only we are going to have to

charge a whole lot more
 
 
Jonny High on Dryden

I was just thinking
about the night we met
you playing the harpsichord
flat knocked my socks off
and would have knocked my
panties off too if
I had been wearing any.
all in all i guess you could say
you got your rocks off
which isn't anything new

you been jerkin off since
the dusty eighteenth century
grim as a battery hall you said.
but it was some night
with the opiate river of silk

and even though you
have others as do I
you are the only one who

buys me those old lady hairnets
those heavy black widow webs
you wind me in white death sheets
you are the only one
who does that

And you like it when I mooo
and hold my rump like a dairy cow.
Nobody else understands that.

Wow jonny we
have a special if not
historical connection
me in the winding sheet
and hairnet of the nearly dead
and you in a corded
waistcoat with steel bayonette.
 
 
Note from the Concrete

Dear jonny
will you please run down
to the corner safeway
steal me some tampax
i don't think i can
lift my head off the crack
in the sidewalk

i cant do it no more
cant look at the moon
it went straight through
the pupil of my one
wide open third eye
and it hypnotized me
and flew out the back
of my pink little brain.
Now the whole damn sea
settled below my waist
& leaks between my thighs.

what causes this line
of people winding down
the street and around the
like little stuffed sox
hanging smug on xmas eve
night is a house on fire
that can only be seen
only one at a time
a house on fire in a
peepshow shadowbox

are they holy to see
for just a split sec
the other side of the twister
down though a funnel in space
this big black hole
that sucks us clean

or is it just mickey
givin discount head
in the john
on-the-green?


Maybe not Death
     
dear jonny I am ready to die     
you hoped I was ready you real     
deadlysweet moccasin

I have to say
drink some stricnine
now baby now
impale thyself sainted
on a stob downtown
get a healthy rattler
and wire it with 1/16th
trap yourself in a barrel
with it until you lose
tracks of the : : : :'s

we have all thought of ways
have we not
how we might
cut a bit short our arrange
ment in the plane of
tiks and space
but maybe the hardest is
merely breathing in and out
every damn long day
while the eyes glaze over
an alligators covered with
opaque swamp film
blinded by the ultra
sheer boredom of it all

now that is what?
starving to death
for a lack of bright ideas
what happens to those
who have too much
appreciation for exodus
and pepsodent but we
should give them a little hand
job iust for being
so0000
damn
patient

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