Beyond the valley of the dolls

lies a dedication to those who only take

life has been that way lately
mantras, mistakes y maleducados
only maladapt my muses into mined melodramas
all the more

Ludlow St. and its theater of the absurb
caressing my belly
in a laughbable lower-east side kind of way
sometimes pit-in-stomach nervousness
or raucous belts

you need humor to
remember scripted and sculptured lines
enacting different characters
dressed in affect and accents
to narrate sweet nothings
behind the bar

scenes are for scenesters
text and empty sex to lull
this act to a close
et fin.

you can read?

But,

don't think much more of the words slipping off my tongue,
commanding you to please...
it was a momentary/addiction
always a body 2 body persuasion
anti-emotion
anti-commotion
anti-explosion
steady boy, every-body needs their fix


But,


you've been reading me like an assigned novel--by memorizing
characters all in play
plot to a time
themes jumping out from the crevices of your mind
denouement who?
who?
steady boy, i play like french ain't my game
while reading you reading me reading my name
as you put your piano hands to mr. big...
ahhhhh,
no-one's shaming you
ahhhhh


But,


you can read?
sexual healing?
nah.
sexual/emotional/spiritual connect-some-dots?
nah.
sexual pleasure?
your extra sense did you wrong


But,

i'll entertain your paranoia
not because i'm better...i mean bitter


But,

because i am tired of being sung

XXX: tribute to peaches

Last night I thought I'd try something new
went to a danceclub meets bar cum live nude drawing
sponsored by a pornsite, I believe...
gathered were a crowd of artsies, sketching manerist scenes
charcoal pencils in one hand
glass of tinto vino on the other
and I produced a cheap lil poem:

a room full of hungry eyes
the sirens seem more vapid
in real time/space
been replaced by hipster chicks
apparently american apparel
meets fish net sex
Bettie Page times three - removed
charming
Medusa's circle ciphers a bad
scene from a Vice Magazine