away! Can’t you see that I just wasn’t interested in getting with your neurotic,narcissistic melodramatic potlatch of love notes and phone calls late into the night full of pretentious small talk. Fuck that noise. I’m in love with you!
Jed: “If a total stranger I didn’t know really wellWere to come in wearing a beanie, a soul patch,A bolo tie with a turquoise catch,Two-tone mohair creepers, a dashiki,Vuarnet sunglasses on a dayglo neck string,His freckles like flecks of cocoa in milk,Spit-crustedCheek lined by the throw pillowRamp to the bay window onto swing set and SkyMall birdbath in the back yard where N. and his wife now passEvenings and the megalomania leaves turningBrown snap cleanly—Were to comeIn, this caption dreamer, while Delta Blues carve up the moon’sSax lessonLike lean blue canvasesAnd whirlpools in raw steak Pressed to a smokestack shiner by fingers gushingElimination of the
exuberantly distractible Beloved,
A Mirror Car (or, A Mirror KKKar)Straight into the StyxFans muting the Oakland Coliseum parking lot splashed with burning sulfur Kliegs and lashings of Dutch Master walrus mustaches, cut-off Jeans, Thai Stick, American blues, jazz, cartoons,American poetry, poets, blues singers, punk rock,matzo ball soup on the Lower East Side, huge public parks and transatlantic steamersredwood saunasand boa constrictor iron-ons —And were to finish his songAnd pass me at the bathroom, whose floor is tileLike grouted Chiclets, all glitter strippedTo the handsome wax of the lead singer who was offhandAnd returned to his peopleTo pee, get a beer, and watch the next band—”