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A MINUTE IN HEAVEN 4 A LIFE IN HELL
DO YOU THINK YOU COULD SPARE FIVE MINUTES? YOU SEE MY SPIRIT'S DEAD AND COULD BE NEXT. A VACUOUS HOLE IN THE CENTER OF MY SOUL. CAN'T MOVE FROM THE BED.
CAN'T SO I DON'T. SINGLE DIGIT SOLITUDE. THE ONLY LONELY GIRL IN THE DYING OVER YOU.
WORLD SITS BESIDE HERSELF
HOURS IN A DAY 3 WEAKS A DAY PICK AT THE SNARLS IN MY HEAD 16 MOTION PICTURES A MINUTE PEELING YOUR BRAIN OUTA MY VISION. ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL
YOUR MOUTH ON MY KNEES.
CONFESSIONAL PERSECUTION. I SPILL MY GUTS WHILE YOU PUT ON YOUR RUBBERS SILVER PLATES THAT YOU EAT OFF THE SIDEWALK
TALK BACK YOU CAN'T HEAR YOU LISSEN TOO HARD THINK TOO LOUD
A DICTIONARY OF DISALLUSION.
HEADED WITH A SCARLET HEART. A SOUL TO MATCH THAT'S RIPT IN TWO. TUESDAY TO TUESDAY WITH MULTIPLE WEAKENDS A MINUTE IN HEAVEN FOR A LIFE IN HELL. I'D START AT SCRATCH AND WORK MY WAY BACK. BELIEVE ME WHEN MEAN IT. YOU KNOW WHAT MEAN.
UNACCOUNTED FOR POOLS OF BLOOD IN MY BED. ASK A SIMPLE QUESTION GET NO ANSWER AT ALL. THE SPREAD RIPPING ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT OF THE
FOLLOWING DAY. THERE ARE SOME THINGS TOO HORRIBLE FOR WORDS. wash smoke down with drinks, dry tears up with blood, there are some things worth refusing. THERE ARE SOME THINGS TOO INAUDIBLE FOR WORDS. AND OTHERS TOO HORRIBLE.
from few have rested their brains at
one man's ceiling
another man's peephole
basement of heaven wake up the midgets
they came in the attic they dug a tunnel and turned the knob on her closet door.
topanga canyon and ghost town the basement of heaven.
descent for a
nothing special nothing doing.
WITH THE GLOW IN THE DARK VOICE CALL MY NAME IT SCREAMS AND FEEDS ON THE WAY MY BLOOD CURDLES.
COLDLY. IT ACHES. FROZEN.
SLAMS THE DOOR IN MY DREAMS IT REFUSES TO LISSEN TO REASON. AND IT FEEDS ON THE WAY MY FLESH CRAWLS.
Dreaming w/ sound no
EVERYTHING IN DUE TIME. NOTHING UNTIMELY. WITH A SLIGHT INCORRECTION. COULD DIE WAITING FOREVER. SAVAGE INTENTIONS WITH NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT. STRAPT TO THE BED LIKE LIMBO FOREVER.
COULD DIE WAITING.*
Dedicated to John
man never got enough
A DULL THURSDAYS
DEPARTURE. A 10 HOUR TRIAL W/A 9 HOUR DIFFERENCE. THE ONLY DAY OF THE YEAR
THAT WOULD MAKE YOU A POSSIBILITY.
TAKES FOREVER AND A DAY.
WATCHING MY PREMATURE BURIAL NEAR COMPLETION. YOU CAST THE FINAL STONE, AS IF IT WERE ANY OTHER DAY OF THE ROTTEN YEAR. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES. THANKS FOR NOTHING. BATTERED OUTA HELL AND INTO SOMETHING MORE FIERCE
CUT A HOLE IN MY SOUL LIKE PAPERDOLLS RAGGED. HOW SWEET THE BLOOD AS IT DRAINS FROM MY HEART AND
INTO YOUR FIST. SPEECHLESS IN A MOMENT 10 X TOO SLOW. EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BLOOD FOR WHAT IN RETURN? (NO EXCHANGES, NO REFUNDS)
CUT A HOLE IN MY SOUL AND SENT IT AIRMAIL YOU CREEP DORMANT, USELESS, STUPID, RAVING AND
TAKES FOREVER LIKE IT ALREADY HAS, SAY TO THE BOY OF YOUR DREAMS?
WHAT DO YOU
ISOLATION DERBY ICON O CLASTIC NOTHING.
AM WHAT AM WHEN AND WHY NOT TO HAVE AND TO HOLE UP AND LOCK AWAY.
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT. DONT KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF YOU SO JUST MAKE FACES. REAL QUIET AND NOBODY HEARS ME.
THE MOON PARALYZES THE NIGHT TIME STOPS AND WE DIE BY THE MAKE BELIEVE FENCE IN THE BACK YARD. A YEAR AGO LAST FALL YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT
MAKE A DIFFERENCE THAT KNEW YOU BEFORE
CRUSH THE BONES INTO THE VASE ON THE MANTLE.
AND WATCH THE MOON DROP.
A FATAL ATTRACTION ATTACK ON THE HEART HEAPED ON THE FLOOR USELESS AND WASTING AWAY UGLY A SACK OF BONES SUNK PINPRICK THRU THE FLESH WRETCHED
WEAK AND IN NEED. OH BABY LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT.
TRUE LOVE IN AN INSTANT LOCKED DEEP IN MY GUT. FLESH IS ITS OWN REWARD BURNS A HOLE IN MY EYE SUCKS MY SOUL THRU THE SOCKET. A MINUTE IN HEAVEN FOR A LIFE IN HELL. I'D START AT SCRATCH AND WORK MY WAY BACK. THE SILENT SCREAMING CONTINUES CONTINUES THE PERPETUAL INABILITY TO THINK STRAIGHT CONTINUES SO IN PLACE OF REASON
cast your likeness
WITH AN UNCONTROLLABLE URGE TO DIE TRANSFER
TRUE LOVE IN AN INSTANT.
DEATH BY HUMILIATION
SUFFERING LITTLE SHE-SAINT
widowhood adulterers anonymous
snarled up with no place to go.
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART SLIPS. INTO MY BACK POCKET REWIND AND ERASE. PAINED ON A PLATTER.
A FLY IN THE BUTTER SCREAMING MY NAME. IS NOTHING SACRED? NO, YOU'RE RIGHT, NOTHING IS SACRED.
me with their car radios
and queer clothes, no underpants under their leather chaps. the disgusting body of manhood. widowhood, spinsterhood, sisterhood,
books. neither he nor you can go. you must stay behind.
and he must leave. go into your closet.
me was my closet and clothes that take
the shape of the disgusting body of man.
they squeal their car tires against the wall. preceded by the barking of headlights, up the wall uptheceiling across the bed. neither me and you can sleep.
beer, beer and only beer. headache and gutful.
but not drunk.
my ship went out without.
so got sick.
step on this kitchen garbage can pedal, up will pop a continent shaped like a pork chop.
my new home, doubt my little life, my garbage. AN IMMACULATE FILTH RITE BEHIND MY EARS. A DAY IN THE LIFE OF, WITH NO SET DIRECTION. ADVANCE AND BE NOTICED A TOKEN AFFLICTION IN DOUBT OF MY SENSES IN REGARD TO THIS MOMENT YET SOMEHOW FOREVER, NOT IN NEED OF MY SENSES.
snap and be conquered by that certain infection affecting
the earth, found a fortune in vain, she was offended by my gift, her love was an obstacle, defrosted her refrigerator and flooded the kitchen, took out her trash and fanned the flies with newspaper.
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DEATH BY HUMILIATION.
AND OTHER DYSFUNCTIONS. UNTO THEE LEAVE MY VERY LAST WISH
TO EXTINGUISH LIKE A CIGARETTE
BELITTLED BE LEAGUERED LEFT UNBENDING
my next to last req uest
like last rites
cold breath from a dying
i'm painting the
a perpetual state
i'm dissolving into
and wake up discouraged
the hall of fame.
"how could be so stupid,
have been so
myself?" say hello to
BLEAK love without encouragement uptight in encino with no encouragement
up to tricks
and eyestains on
THERE COMES A POINT WHERE WE REVERSE THE FUNCTIONS FOR OUR OWN CONVENIENCE. WITH COITUS COMPLETED WE RETURNED ONCE AGAIN TO OUR NORMAL EXISTENCE.
when wake up
broads at night in the broad daylight
blind in daylight
night blind too.
Under the Big Black Sun.
danger and danger laughs at him descending two part harmony life seen as a becoming a smashing body whose particularly mutilated head vanishes the head laughed at danger and danger laughed back.
axel laughs at
EYE LEVEL TO A SNAKE'S BELLY. SLIT YOUR WRIST TO SAVE YOUR NECK. PERPETUAL AFFLICTION. PULLING ALL THE WRONG STRINGS. MY BACK SNAPS LIKE A PUPPET. INCIDENTALLY THEY'RE DEAD. 4 INA ROW. IT NEVER HAPPENS TO YOU. IT TAKES ALL KINDS. TO MAKE THE WORLD SLOW DOWN. MOUTH TO MOUTH WITH A CORPSE. CURB'S EYE VIEW, WORMING ALONG THE SIDEWALK. DRAWING FROM OUR OWN MISFORTUNES. drawing a picture of you, eyelids green with envy, hate mongers, drenched in jealousy and the inability to terminate.
left over from the dating game. everybody out of the gene pool.
for a minute thought you were true! do you remember that night? let me freshen up your drink: you were helping me walk from your car back to the show.
wejust talked, that's
was talking to you and you were talking window to the parking lot attendant.
we went back in. and you danced with other women.
but there was.
had a true man. an untrue woman
with atrue, true
it was as so BE IT.
OFF ALL I COULD CHEW AND NEARLY CHOKED TO DEATH. EMOTIONAL INDIGESTION, mortlflcation. WE ARE OUR OWN WORST ENEMIES AND WE LIKE IT LIKE
HATE THE OPPOSITION.
as the crow flies in a cage by the clear blue sea
bridal veil falls
bucket of tears
locked in an abandoned refrigerator in the kitchen excited by nature a black and white ghost in a black and invisible dress
mutual admiration society
me a dollar
last chance alvarado fashion outpost misguided missile a blizzard in the rain deadly smokerings
misleading halls my mother's cough.
COULD BREAK DOWN THE DOOR WOULDN'T HAVE TO KNOCK. 7 TONGUED DIALECT. WOULDN't HAVE TO TALK EITHER.
TOO ALIVE IN HERE. JUST QUIT WITH THE DETAILS. QUIET THE BED STOP SCREAMING AT ME LIKE THE FLOORBOARDS HOWLING AT ME. A FLY IN THE BUTTER SCREAMING MY NAME. MOTHWINGED TIPPED TONGUE. EVERYTHING IS OUT OF
EVERYTHING JUST CAME TWO STEPS TOO CLOSE. WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF SAID IT WAS A SECRET? WOULD YOU PROMISE NOT TO TELL? armored in case of attack, in case they come back
and look under the bed.
have never been through so much mental abuse in and I'm here tell you about my experiences have Incidences to
descriptions and faces.*
Found on the
rehearse simple steps smoke dripping stocking head not too shocking post-mortem
THE MUCK SWALLOW THE QUICKSAND-MY SUFFOCATION GLUE THE SOULS STUCK INSIDESTUCK
own long hair her sleep, woke up dead.
swam prot thin.
JUST TAKING A SURVEY-BUT I'M TAKING CHANCES. this isjust a rough estimate, but get out.*
was offering you the biggest piece of
invisible fingers playing
a song on the bed bars.
big lies big ones.
supermarkets, you, you, you and you.
barbizon school of modeling, no.
cease to exist, complaining, rooster crowing,
stomache all day.
magic pope nicholas, not you, me.
and then couldn't add and subtract anymore,
the conversations were about
the cold hard facts of
and nothing was said about
or each other's
some hidden tree climbing,
hissing "is that
dream about before sleep
in davenport, we went to and this man walked in and the barmaid said, "how does it feel to have your own bottle behind the bar?" and he said it was okay except he drank so little it was getting stale, threw up when we got back to our room, we had eaten at a smorgasboard at the village shopping center across the highway, that night the carnival set up in the same parking lot. the carnies were staying at our hotel, one was selling speed and worked on the roller coaster, there wasn't a roller coaster though, one was wearing a black eye patch with a skull and crossbones on it. we bought a movie camera for three dollars in Chicago, george Jones and tammy wynette are playing here tonight and tomorrow (minnesota). just heard that roy brown died.
stayed at the
the kernel lounge
DAYS OF SORROW. SALO NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD. BEAT OUT THE B E-DEVIL IN TIME TO THE MUSIC. BEATING ON THE BACK DOOR. DRAGGING ON THE BACK PORCH BANG BANG DADDY SHOOTS IT DOWN IN A HURRY.
CROSS YOUR HEART AND HOPE TO DIE. THREE ON A MATTRESS. "ALL IN A LINE." DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH. BREATHING 3X AN HOUR. 2X A DAY. ROTTING ETERNAL.
TAKE IT AWAY.
waxing eternal, forever on the wane, the big sad reflection
CARNAL DIOXIDE LAUGHING AT ALL THE WRONG MOMENTS.
MY HEART'S IN THE WRONG PLACE AND IT WANTS TO GO
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO SOMEONE WHO HATES YOU? very my sided.
YOU GO TO THE GAS STATION FOR A REFILL.
run out of gas,
gascanin hand, two guys dowse you
you on fire, god bless petroleum, a good way to kill, drop the arms embargo,
aggressive bed time stories.
THERE ARE SOME THINGS IN THIS WORLD YOU CANT PROTECT YOURSELF FROM. ISOLATE CERTAIN PARTS OF THE BRAIN. COULD REALLY GET SOME WORK DONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.
AN IMPOVERED SOUL THE BASE OF THE SPINE EMPTY FROM THE OUTSIDE IN WITH NOTHING TO GO ON AND NO SENSE OF RHYTHM. SOMETIMES TIMING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. do you know where saints go to die? THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF TIME AROUND OUR DISTANCE. NOTHING CAN BECOME OF NOTHING AND NOTHING IS SACRED AND NO DO NOT KNOW WHERE SAINTS GO TO DIE.
the sacred heart of jesus
was here and killed it. up first then grow up. it's easier that way.
you cut-throat slut. 13 men. later, he "gets off"
instead of "getting
3 guys and a gal, just like the platters.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
WHO HATES YOU?
SOME THINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID, SHE SAID. SHE SAID, YOU CAN'T BLAME A PERSON FOR THE WAY THEY
OKAY JUST DON'T DO IT TO
YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING! I'D NEVER DO THAT TO YOU. MEANT, UNLESS YOU LET ME. MEAN YOU CAN'T BLAME A PERSON FOR THE WAY THEY
"we go skin deep to the bar
an usual manner.
at face value
go out skin deep
acting skinny with cash
sharing your goals
someone you hate someone you love"*
sharing your hate
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
WHO HATES YOU?
same fate."* *
black but smelling gray, somewhat akin to tb. vanishing in my wilderness, there's a party tonight
at true north.
i'm vanishing in my own wilderness, you pissed in my pocket cast a spell on my pants. stumbled on a log. got insects on both legs, ants crawling in my socks and shoes. i'm crawling towards you.
are no secular misfits
look ma, no thumb.
something brought out of mothballs reduce us to ashes something born out of laughter headed for two disasters,
one is his one is mine.
you you get
wears a black dress
the devil drives a buick
he sits inside and eats lunch it's snowing in columbus wear an apron it's an old one with flowers I've been granted a stay of execution
anyone could ever hope for.
the sentence stays.
mistakes have already been made. the beef we eat,
the drugs we take,
the heavenly ache,
themonalisatoo, these mistakes have been spoken for. these without redemption glare. and no signifigance. baseball and music are little postcards we send on our way out. children and people grow smaller in the ground. hillbillies no longer exist 39
wiped away as a generation
only minny pearl only
which brings us oh never mind.
way up to
what time does the sun come up? it's rainin' pitchforks and nigger babies, we ain't seen the sun for three days,
says the waitress. she said the police were watching us, driving around our truci< in circles, while slept inside it. parked at denny's. the police car drove around it
and then drove off
into the police version of night.
my version of night is not the same. though nothing ever happens in my version of night, still have hopes for it.
a big fight
on the bed the cold shoulder comes from hotel security and managers,
and the blood comes only from bare feet on broken glass. no bloody noses, too unbecoming a woman in a black slip.
a bloody nose and a black
staring at the bathtub the next day,
down and daydreaming
bed ruins my plans.
getting out of
the problems of the future
2days' tragedy is tomorrow's tourist attraction, junk to treasure, a surprise in October,
the sun reminds
combinations, solutions, salt water taffy, me of earth and the earth
stuck with me.
the blue of billiard chalk
the green of felt.
the eight ball and the white ball
a purse full of gambling
for limitless selections
but only two
songs don't stink.
nothing to look at nothing to hold
the purse went home.
there's only one.
MY HEART'S IN THE WRONG PLACE AND IT WANTS TO GO
a month of mondays
he's experienced a real desire
someone for the sound
within hours of eating,
hundred students reported nausea and vomiting where? on the blue screen with
one at a time, with "there is a rose in Spanish harlem" in the background music, maybe they had too much vegetables like ketchup is now. even heinz didn't agree with that one. bugs bunny's on again, he scared away a pack of butch dogs by holding up a copy of "a tree grows in harlem."
the white letters that print out
get back to the basics of matthew, mark, luke and John, back to the blue screen, stock market report, we have some but, well, the stock market kinda crashed, and we ain't back to even yet. experimental investments, on the 700 club they were discussing the stock market, of course they got around to spiritual investments.
now which is it? we are in a fallen state of man.
a battle, it's a daily walk bunch of babies, jim barker
thee— to thee cry and my yawning desires go awry, cafe society becomes whisl<ey, bourbon or scotch secret
no one calls me on the phone at work, all ripped up with no place to go. conspicuous consumption, conspicuous only by its absence.
can't get a decent scandal started,
have never been through so much mental abuse in my and I'm here to tell you about my experiences, have
Incidences descriptions and faces, found a fortune in vain, she was offended by my gift, her love was an obstacle, inhaled her own long hair and died in her sleep, woke up dead, defrosted her refrigerator and flooded her kitchen, took out her trash and fanned the flies with newspaper.
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good news for bad
this is the
TUMBLE DOWN THE MOUNTAIN AND INTO THE SEWER game that moves as you play
gospel intuition between insane individuals
gifted hourly inhibitions.
as the crow flies
shows up once in a while like now. SET UP SOME EMOTIONAL ROADBLOCKS THEY SHUT DOWN THE STREET
AND WAS PARADED DOWN IT. WE KICKED UP OUR HEELS RIGHT INTO THEIR FACES.
a parade once didn't you perform charades when no one was looking?
wish would stop crying. wish the wind would stop blowing my hair in my face wish my husband would stop hanging out the car door on the freeway. wish my arms were not tongue-tied with empty promises. wish that men would promise the truth. and my band would play a benefit to annihilate the human race.
was walking on bended knees
drunk and seeing things
i'm scratching the i'm putting the
lid back on town so can leave you alone.
preventive witchcraft: keep out
justB rough estimate, but get out
Jesus is in attica seven days a week watching with a listener's eye *
got to finally take
my own medicine
wet cigarettes power over life and death one dollar bill torn in half A DREAM so SMALL AND SLEAZY
the future a thing of the past.
as a joke.
and you'll laugh and your everything
damp, and dry heat.
*So the T.V. preacher
that's a real
can't conjure today beer won't help boozin it up and sleepin
GET OUT AND GET RUN OVER
when see you
see red roses are red violence is too i'm painting the town blue.
whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey
castro calls reagan
one mistake leads to another, me and my mother.
limbo hell hole unearned rundown place your bets down limbo bound
upchucked dry heaving like a hell hound
or leftover dinner
earthbound without heavenly absence you will never leave here all in one piece bone without device vestige of an athlete you try but don't achieve chin ups without endurance sinsurance
premium without a payoff
religion as a reason housewife in a bakeoff
a mouth gag
a monster in limbo here is your reward,
you go middle class bitch you were wrong
from the ramada inn
beware, before you beseech. beseech in vain, lest ye
remain behind, while they leave without regret,
a ridiculous thing to believe
and believe me want to. even exist and insist in and on failure of the word to increase the reason, the reason is long gone, has been, just to hang around and drink is reason enough for me. room #116.
i'm not sitting in
a bar with a bunch of people.
and then they sang
no avail and then they
and forgot about
with or without
realizing their children
wanted to wanted to
forever but forever but
was too drunk, was
the middle of a card
and was winning.
never sleep like an abandoned horse blanket, never say amen in church if they're capping off a prayer about you.
singing of tlieir sovereignty
in victoria, british
after taking the ferry
across to Vancouver island. cooking dinner for five in our motel room and starting the oven on fire. drinking high test beer and reading
the stranger today, beginning to end.
a great big empty scenic thing. logging trucks passing us
pulled over by the
ramp for calif. because calif, is still
suspicious to be from. then feeling like a crummy hippie in a van with eight others. not really, just a band. edmonton was the hell hole. the hockey hole (goal). the dodgers beat the yankees and we could barely tune it in on the way up here.
nine heroes later cannot watch any more mean life, is portrayed so funny.
even the fifteen year old hooker on barney miller talks in punch lines. prostitution is so funny, maybe we should all try it.
the bath water's
raining in Vancouver.
now it's remembrance day for the soldiers.
a red poppy and a hangover we watched the
tv last night.
bravo yankees bravo yankees.
and garfunkel or whatever he is kissing is too much for me. besides, every third word has been cut and the Canadians were laughing because they don't censor that movie here but it was on Seattle tv.
"elvis sings at his
my (gratefully) last night in Seattle. we got railroaded into playing
a greek restaurant lounge and the fucking people wouldn't pay us all our money because our set wasn't long enough. a sold out house, seven minutes short of approximately sixty minutes. just because fought with the bartender. he wouldn't give me a beer. now, how simple a task. and people kept asking
"were you drunk last night or is that part of your act?" "i don't have an act and! wasn't drunk." why they ask? "because the liquor laws are so repressive in Washington state and the drinks are so expensive, you've probably never seen a drunk.
gonna get drunk."
more work for the wicked, norestforthebitchin'. too much booze for the mexican with the
maybe the wicked haven't got a prayer in hell. a plot of land and an unlimited artistic budget
a little food is handy. wine and wild turkey is nice. a pack of kool milds look wild. a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of minestrone soup are adequate
new doll walks on tv and bobs its head, its own stroller down the sidewalk.
got a woody
woodpecker doll on stage, a hammer and sickle pin on it.
woodie guthrie woodpecker,
I'm in the union.
make that joke.
you gotta have sam cooke now. oh sam. poor son of a sam. yeah, women and son of a gun. just ask big mama thornton. just ask me in a few years, won't be stabbed.
my soldier of misfortune weapon
ochs and darby crash. hanging and heroin. blue circles and nooses. recordings are supposed to be historical documents. don't downgrade our culture just because all has gone to hell. in humbolt county California.
the radicals return to the land.
except now it's pot and feds. retain your customs and photo albums. even in modern times, there's culture and there's custom.
on my day off life on the road
never or less more than ever
handholding convention knock knock who's there me. me who
who am i? where am going
what is the meaning of the universe? who, me? wha me worry? let's not get worried about it never forever, never instead, always never,
one to complain,
never know, never have, never did before, never ever, always never, never instead of hope.
what, they had no tongues?
never say "ordinarily yours." never divine water with a wishbone, never call the ordinary divine.
going to bed now. because can't hear the music want to hear.
what's new nothing new
smoking and drinl<ing which wouldn't be doing
wasn't waiting not for you.
my breast in
not for you.
there's a fifty percent
you will or you won't what's new.
something blue something borrowed which wouldn't be stealing if it wasn't belonging
not to you.
we were made for each other, we were each made to suffer.
surrounded with the thorns
with which ungrateful
surround and wound it by their blasphemies and iniquities."
i'm the world's
on wasting paper dispense used subject matter dispense remedies but first come up and get the disease
the world expert
on wasting glass
looking out the
everybody looks busy
but they're just sick
and suffering dispense remedies but first come in and get the disease.
and the men that
took too big a drink out of the devil's punchbowl,
don't have any
"good, then you won't spend it!" says lucy to jummy. poker winnings one bus ride to work "you won in a pig's eye! besides, the money's already in the pig's belly." says jimmy. one bus ride to work, one fight in the making.
hall dancer on the dance floor falling down a black and white ghost ina black and invisible dress dance hall dancer on the dance floor falling down come and crash land in the seat of my burning dreams
once there was this
really pretty girl
standing on a corner
ice at night
and spring 77
venlce used to say "when hendrix dies, the streets
negro in a frame negro on the trailer wall trailer like a dirty bus.
negligence breeds in beds of contempt and lamps and night tables fall over appearances deceive each other again and negligees breed babies no one wants. bird seeds neglect breeds
dusty white fields of deep ideas
neglect freezes tongues
ice at night
clouds of kicking feet tangled in canyons of heroes and bums parents aren't nice to each other
and their children grow up dumb.
preventive witchcraft: keep out this isjust a rough estimate, but get out.
was walking on bended knees drunk and seeings things
i'm scratching the i'm putting the i'm leaving
lid back on town so can leave you alone.
this isjust a rough estimate, but you for time and materials.
have to charge
got to finally take
my own medicine
wet cigarettes power over life and death
peventive witchcraft: painstaking process process ridden pain.
that's a real
can't conjure today beer won't help boozin it up and sleepin
GET OUT AND GET RUN OVER
when see you
see red roses are red
i'm painting the
there a doctor
in the house? a bruise too much.
advice to the lovestarved: the first fifty times are the worst. you smoke a pack and thinl<: what an entrance we could make together. needless to say, don't smoke in bed; but imagine he's in it.
she won't have babies be too much things to wind and too many repairs.
holy water to toilet water
muds spray in a drinking glass. pandora says piss came out of the faucet.
looks through a rain swept
into the future."
water on the brain. delinquent spit. the slow drip of something
jam session job: the hero of an old testament book who endured afflictions with fortitude and strength.*
no store to dance in. not enough cash to stub my toe on or step on a tack and see how that feels.
opened the dictionary and it opened on your name. took the five and went to the market for beer. so what,
John baptized jesus. a John took me into so what. the parking garage for thirty dollars. John spent his
on fucking me. lost John's opal glove in the seventh grade. ring in my baseball always call don John and sometimes say to John "John— mean John. ." thinking made a mistake.
did. we go to louisiana tomorrow, me and you. we get some liquor, we get some
the head, a
commotion, and so what.
my beer in the other room, just a minute.
change my name, don't speak for a side, don't sing
a side, the record rides
a while, for a little while, went to the store a while ago. don't forget to get your pay check, hope you can get a hotel, wanted to paint the walls after you moved out but paint is so expensive, guess hear your car. don't care.
around without me.
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are you comfortable? are you afflicted?
why is your head so hot and burning up?
thejews fight like inside a chicken coop. no one is gentleman enough for the screaming crows. they nail crows to barn doors in france. it makes the afflicted uncomfortable.
beans every night have to stand all day
the time drugs every day
on one side of
me theres a junkie that
the mailboxes and there's a real old lady that screams incoherently the angelus at seven in the morning it's real dark and there's trucks.*
go thy way thy way is up to thee "a man's mind plans
but the lord directs his steps."
dream about chick publications,
the frame up, creator or
them on the street. which also do in real life.
By Johnny O'Kane
ask him to blow out all my sins. signed date "holy joe spends some time with the head shrinker
when gave my life to Christ ..." who takes care of all my troubles— but look at you,
soldier! @!.,*;!! i'm the
one who does the
analyzing around here, not you! you can go now.
norman Vincent peale.
how to get high on god "lord, turn me on. help me to tune
in on life." want it. go for it. spend three minutes every day talking to Christ like a friend, step it up to ten minutes a day and he will become more real to you than your best friend.
how can he be?
not with you, but with Christ ..."
hard at home the needle brakes/ the ribbon breaks and we hate each other under the big black sun
we don't like/ we don't like/ we don't like
any songs about fire.
once when was home and the phone rang picked it up and saw it was you went outside to see the broken thing that fell John smashed a black pay phone at the beach yesterday saw it was you and went out and saw the sun was black.
i i i i i i
escape hatch, booby trap black.
much going around.
the future looks bright ahead.
emanating or descending. should be wed. a bowling ball globe rolls through all your thoughts your urine comes out like three weeks' piss.
the paper fell
down behind the typewrite,
been feeding boys, pete and gary, sandwiches, drank beer and smoked all day. told judith and chris and dianne and randy how missed you all day. told pete too. they said could be on the guest list or they understood all day. a friend of billy's came, johnny o'kane called, felt sad. the phone rang all day, karia called. Chris is on the phone, "is it okay if go out, does judy want to come, will she be mad if go?" had a nightmare of lorna knocking my jewelry off the dresser in my bedroom, while you were making the bed you said, "oh, it was lorna." stopped picking up my jewels to look up and woke up. I'm not scared but was mean once and started being nice, hope it's not too late. hope the ribbon doesn't run out before it's too late, the guest lists, the sound checks, the hound dogs, the hell hounds, pete knocked the phone off the desk, he says it would be neat to have a phone with a ring that sounded like a car accident, donny and gerber are over at the
i i i i
was called to come there before peter so he wouldn't suspect, don't know what to think, we paid the rent on the room and we got 50$$$$ for your bassss sssssssss. want you to come home
bums don't bullshit, bums don't stick pick up chicks, they say every dog has its day, die tomorrow or die today, met one, we estimated was three
both looking for winter coats, we're the same size, he said i'd get my money's worth because my coat was too big and didn't have any mistakes, gave him thirty cents, coats were three dollars, didn't have three dollars, he told me what to look for. but not to tell you, or mess it up for myself, the bum will tell me a story, if have one minute, that's how long it takes, didn't understand every word but one time this bum had twenty-two dollars so he wanted to buy this other guy breakfast, he turned out to be an fbi agent, and think he took this bum's money, so when next he saw this government man, he gets him so mad he blows up and hits the bum. then the bum kicks his ass and the fbi agent loses his job. see, now he'll never make captain, that seems fair to me.
o'clock by the sun.
slow legs, no words, this one kept asking me, "what's the other word?" but he said one thing, that he's always liked me and once tried to tell me but didn't hear him. bums don't pick up chicks, they don't bounce checks, don't pay rent, sore teeth, see too much of everything and don't have any body to tell.
bums grow disabilities, bad
recall the right
very calm today.
haven't noticed any
symptoms of disease.
probably eternal rotting me away from the inside
sex is such an ugly thing so ugly."
By Johnny O'Kane
"late night tension
that old black
eyes glance down ground white knuckle syndrome
a c note in your pocket watch keep on ticking lose five minutes a day
red twi lite
down my spine name all your sons after me
kill all your daughters for tormenting me close all the eyelids cross all the arms close all the lids so the strangers can 't stare take one look make it the last never think another thought never say another word cross your arms and close your eyes let all the strangers stare false tears from
please don't believe their vicious lies
pay no respect to their mournful cries"
A SLAP IN THE FACE BY A NEXT DOOR STRANGER. STEPPED DOWN IN THE CELLAR. THANKS FOR NOTHING. HOW COULD YOU FORCE SO LITTLE FIST FUCK MY BRAIN DRIFT WITH ITS STUPID DELUSIONS AND HAVE THE NERVE REMOVED FROM MY HEART
STOLEN SEDUCTIONS LOST IN A MOMENT THAT YOU HATE FOREVER. TRAPT AND RETARDED ALL BY YOURSELF. ME BY MYSELF REDUCED OF THE ESSENCE. THE MIRROR INSIDE OF THE MIRROR. A DOUBLE INDEMNITY. LOSE TRACK OF TIME. TIME TO REWIND. AT HOME WITHOUT A REASON. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES. Steal and kill your memories.
RINGING LOUDLY THE BELLS OF HELL.
AND MAKE HER DIE. HOLY APOCALYPTIC CHRIST. NAILED TO MY BEDPOST TRIPPING. THE NAUSEOUS SCENT OF MY OWN BLOOD CONGEALED BAKED FRIED TO MY WRISTS. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ALL THE BLOOD BOILS AWAY AND ONLY THE SHELL REMAINS.
KISS THE BRIDE
FLESH IS ITS OWN REWARD. BURNS A HOLE IN MY EYE AND SUCKS MY SOUL THRU THE SOCKETS.
OFF ALL THAT I COULD CHEW AND NEARLY CHOKED TO DEATH.
EMOTIONAL INDIGESTION. WE ARE OUR OWN WORST ENEMIES AND WE LIKE IT LIKE
'To Jane Handel
COULD DISMEMBER ME FROM YOU X 2. IN A SPLIT SECOND FORGET EVERYTHING EVER KNEW. FALL BLIND FALL DEAF AND DUMB DISINTERESTED
DEAD ABSENT MINDED OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND BLIND.
HANG MY HEAD AWAY EMPTY.
A CUPBOARD BARE.
UGLY AND OFFENSIVE.
FALL DOWN. FALL OUT.
CRACKS THE SKULL. LIQUID SKELETON THAT GLOWS IN THE DARK. BONES THAT SHATTER WHEN YOU HIT THE PAVEMENT HARD. CUT UP AND CUT OUT ON THE DOUBLE.
FALLING MADLY IN LOVE W/A MADMAN. FALLING MADLY
DOWN A SET OF STAIRS STUPID.
ODD MAN OUT W/NOTHING TO DO BUT FALL*
LOVESICK TO THE STOMACH
BREAK YOUR HEART TO BREAK MONOTONY.
YOUR LOVE LIE STRANGLED YOUR HANDS IN THE TEMPLE BEAT MY BRAINS TO DEATH UP FROM THE BELLY OF A MANIAC AND INTO THE MOUTH OF BABES
LONG DISTANCE DESPERATION. TRUTH LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. AND THEN SOME, THAT LASTS FOR JUST THAT EXACT MOMENT, AND THEN SOME. AND THEN EVERY TIME LOOK INTO YOUR SOUL AND YOU LOOK THRU MINE.
MOMENT HIT SO HARD. FOR ONLY A MOMENT. THAT LASTS FOREVER. LIKE THE PLACE IT COMES FROM. IT'S BIGGER THAN THE BOTH OF US. IT OUTLIVES YOU AND IT KILLS ME TO WAIT. WOULD WAIT TWO THOUSAND LIFETIMES FOR
NAKED. THE FIRST
AGAIN. STEAL YOU IN A SECOND BLIND
A PIECE OF CLAY I'D PRAY TO STICK BEHIND MY BEDPOST.
A CONSTANT BURNING. SELDOM DORMANT.
ONCE AND FOR MY SAKE OUT.
OF ME BUT IT WON'T.
OLDER THAN THE BOTH OF US AND TEN TIMES TOO WISE. AND A THOUSAND TIMES TOO SELFISH. YOU KNOW WHAT MEAN. A SECRET UNDERSTANDING MUTE. UNCONCEIVABLE UNATTAINABLE UNEXPLAINED AND OFTEN
TO ME YOU.
WOULD STEAL YOU IN A MINUTE LOCKED DEAD AWAY
BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME ALL YOU WILL SO SELFISH BUT IT'S ALL I COULD EVER ASK FOR AND THEN SOME THANK
BAD LUCK X 2 ROMANTIC AND ENDANGERED. THE SUN NEVER SHINES. WAIT ON THE CURB FOR THE BUS. SOME THINGS TAKE FOREVER. SOME THINGS NEVER COME.
DON'T COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS IN THE DARK.
THE DAY NEVER
BUT THE NIGHT
TIME STEALS AWAY ME FROM YOU.
BAD LUCK X 2
NO INTERRUPTION. HAPPENS AS PLANNED USUAL SO USUAL TO DIE ON THE THRESHOLD. BURIED ALIVE. BURIED DEAD OR ALIVE.
HAD A BAD DREAM. MY DREAMS ARE OF YOU. (BUT W/MANY RERUNS)
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT.
ONE THOUSAND COMMERCIALS FOR EMOTIONAL DISABILITY.
AID FOR THE HANDICAPPED. EMOTIONAL PSYCHOSIS.
NOT MUCH TO SPEAK OF YET TALK IN MY I WOULD NEVER CALL YOUR NAME IN A MILLION YEARS. THE WAY YOU'D NEVER AND DON'T DO. DON'T ADMIT WHAT YOU'D NEVER ADMIT.
DON'T CONFESS IF IT'S TRUE. I WOULDN'T BELIEVE YOU.
PURE IDIOCY. I TELL YOU EVERYTHING AND LIVE TO REGRET IT. BUT NOT FOR LONG. THE STUPIDITY OF THE MOMENT IS OUTWEIGHED BY THE REDUNDANCY OF TIME STUPID VERBAL USELESS NOTHING. STUPID SENSELESS SOUND. YOU WONT TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR. MY EAR TO THE FLOOR YOUR BOOT ON MY HEAD.
ALL SECRETS SACRED
CAN SEE FROM A TO
FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT SO KEEP YOURSELF TO YOURSELF. AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
YOU OPEN UP SHUT OFF. YOU OPEN UP BREAK DOWN AND GO AWAY TO GET AWAY.
ALL SECRETS STUPID.
DUG A HOLE IN THE TOILET WHERE SHE HIDES ALL HER SECRETS. FROM HIM.
TO HER. THE WIRES GET CROSSEYED AND THE POLES ARE DOWN. HOW SAD FOR THEM. DUG A HOLE IN THE TOILET WHERE SHE HIDES HER HEAD.
FROM HIM. IT'S NOTHING NEW,
TO HER. THE LIPS ARE THE SAME, THE BRAINS HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENCE.
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SCREAM AT YOUR FACE
SLOPPY MOTEL AT THE EDGE OF TOWN.
BLUE-GRAY AND BLACK AWAY nVi AND DEAD IN THE HEAD. NO! "PLEASE DON'T"-SHE SCREAMS. HE RIPS HER BOWELS OUT WITH A COAT HANGER.
SHE WANTS TRUE LOVE.
HE HOLDS HER HAND AND SHE DIED TWICE. "HELP ME" SHE SCREAMS HE KICKS HER DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS STRAIGHT INTO THE BASEMENT OF HELL HE HOLDS HER HAND AND SHE'LL DIE A THOUSAND TIMES. AT HIS DISPOSAL SHE WANTS TRUE LOVE.
HE WANTS NOTHING*
*From 45 Crosby to Motel's End, Spring 1981
James Russo, Bastard
UGLY WALLS AND A HOLE IN THE BED TO LAY MY HEAD. SKY BLUE PUKE CEILING TO FLOOR BORED. SINKING NEAR THE SHOWER STALLED BY A GENERAL LACK OF INTEREST. THE FIRST BOOK OF THE LAST COMMANDMENTS ROTS YOU TO SLEEP SOUND.*
'From the bowels of the Venus Hotel and back
THE VENUS HOTEL
FOREPLAY IN THE HALLWAY. HIT ME HIT ME DON'T KILL ME YOU BASTARD GET INTO BED. CAN'T KICK ME DOWN THE STAIRS. LOVE IT I LOVE YOU LOVE IT. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME IT'S NOT REALLY LIKE THIS ONLY ON WEEKENDS
GET INTO BED. INTO BED AND OUT A THE HALLWAY. GET UP STAIRS. IT JUST STARTED TO DAWN ON ME, IT ISN'T WHAT IT SEEMS
"quote, unquote" from
Sue and Stanley, December 21 1981
A DAY AT THE MARKET
VAIN AND vainglorious
VAGRANT AND WAITING WANTING THE OBVIOUS
ODIOUS DECISION BLAND AND PREDICTED OPEN AND CRACKING
TORN IN TWO LIMPID
OFTEN AND AWFUL OPEN TO THE PUBLIC OPEN TO YOU CAN GO TO HELL SHOPPING ON A SHOESTRING BARGAIN BASEMENT BETTY THE LINE FORMS HERE DO YOU HAVE IT IN A BIGGER SIZE?
NOT HOW BIG IT IS IT'S HOW YOU USE IT.
MY FEET DISAPPEAR IN THE SIDEWALK AND TRIP THE CURB. MY BRAINS MELT INSIDE A '65 MUSTANG. BLOOD RED AND BLEEDING FROM THE TEMPLES. HAIL MARY FULL OF NOTHING. A CROWD GATHERS AT THE BASE OF DISASTER. BEMUSED BY MY CATASTROPHE. A PUBLIC EYESORE AND THEN SOME.
DOT DOT DOT
wreck wreck wreck
coast to coast with the holy ghost.
100 WAYS TO DIE 1000 TIMES A YEAR. NO SLEEP FOR THE DREARY. STAND IN LINE ON THE EVE OF DESTRUCTION. WAITING BAITED ON THE DOOR KNOCKING ON THE TEMPLES SPLITTING HEAD OPEN MINDED RIP THE SOUL OF MY MOUTH LOUD.
run our souls up the flagpole.
CROSS DEEP PART THE DEAD SEA.
THE CENTER OF ITS FOREHEAD. BANGING AT THE TEMPLES. SIMULTANEOUS SCHIZOPHRENIA. AND THE DANCE OF THE DEAD.
FELL IN LOVE WITH A GHOST HE'S JUST A SHADOW OF HIS FORMER SELF. FELL IN LOVE WITH A GHOST HE'S JUST A SHADOW OF THE PAST. ON THE VERY FIRST DAY OF EVER
BEFORE WE EVER BEGAN WITH MOONLIGHT THRU THE PIPES IN THE BACK OF A TRUNK. NEVER BEEN SO HAMMERHEADED NEVER BEEN SO EMPTY
HEARTED NEVER NEVER GONE AWAY NOT NOW. STRINGS TO MY BACK AND IT SNAPS JUST LIKE A PUPPET IT NEVER HAPPENS TO YOU IT ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME. STUCK IN THE WALL HOLED UP IN THE WALL DESTRUCTIVE DO YOU THINK THERE'S ANY GETTING OUT OF THIS? BOYS IN THE NITE WHO SCREAM IN THEIR DELIRIUM ALL IN A ROW AND INCIDENTALLY DEAD. IS IT REAL OR JUST SOME VAGUE KINDA FIGMENT? IT NEVER HAPPENS TO YOU IT ONLY HAPPENS TO ME. YOU BEGIN TO INHALE AND YOU END UP ADDICTED. LIKE THE SCENT OF FIRE PINED RIGHT TO THE BONE. CASKET COVERED WITH ROSES THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GOING, HOLLOWED OUT OPEN TO THE BONE.*
memory of J. oK
COULD ALMOST CRY LIKE TEARS OF BLOOD EVAPORATE AND LEAVE A RING.
how dry am
SOMETIMES TO TRUE THE MOMENT PASSES LIKE DAWN TO DUST LIKE RUST TO ASHES INSIDE TORN DOWN THE SOUL THE WALLS THE HOLLOWED BODIED EVENING SPRAWLS ACROSS THE ROCK ACROSS THE DARK I COULD.
COULD ALMOST CRY LIKE TEARS OF BLOOD AND SLOWLY IT EVAPORATES WITHOUT A SCAR WITHOUT A TRACE SOMETIMES TOO BLUE THE MOMENT PASSES OVERHEAD SO UNDETECTED WITHOUT DEFAULT WITH NO PERFECTION.
COULD CLOSE MY EYES AND SLEEP FOREVER LOCKED INSIDE A SECRET SILENCE WHISPER DEEP INTO MY HEAD SLOW MOTION SICK UNTIL TOMORROW REWIND ERASE AND NOTHING REMAINS THE WAY THAT NOTHING EVER DOES EVERY FACE IS FAMILIAR IN THE DARK.*
FhPPRMjICL'LAR TO ALL \\ES WHO MEAN NOTHL^G OR LESS REDLOED TO THE LOWEST COMMON DENOMLNATOR AND
A BAD JOE AT THAT. dirt and sweat, H BALL IS THE CORNER POCKET. A PACK OP .MARLEOROS AND A SLNGLE KOOL. ironworkers give to their local bars and draw on their interest in me. .AS IP vVHEN S.MOKE Gf:TS EN YOUR EYES IT .MEANS SO.METHING. AS IP 2 PLCS 2 EOEALLED THE OE\TOCS. AS IP TILL DEATH DID L'S PART AND THEN SO.ME WE
AS AS AS
YOU CALL AT
ANYTHING .MEANS ANYTHING AT ALL THAT YOU CAN
IP PET THP,N AGAIN NOT. CAN THERP SPRIOLSLY PP AN EAST OP CAN P' thetruth was here and killed
kool milds look wild.
YOU PROMISE ME NOTHING ASK FOR THE MOON. YOU KEEP ALL THE PROMISES YOU BEGIN TO BREAK. YOU KEEP NO PROMISE. YOU KEEP ALL THE PROMISES YOU FORGET TO MAKE. YOU PROMISE ME NOTHING. AND WANT THE MOON. ASHES TO ASHES. PROMISE YOU THIS, YOU BREAK MY HEART. THE GREATEST THING UNDER THE SUN IS THE MOON.
MEMOS FROM PURGATORY.
INEVITABLE BLIGHT. HALLOWED BE THY NAME.
THE SPINE CRACKS AT THE BASE OF THE BRAIN AND THE WALLS GO TUMBLING DOWN.
rock the cradle never to die the kneck bone's connected to the heart bone.
SADMEN WHO MAKE FACES IN THE DARK ALWAYS SYMPATHIZE DON'T KNOW WHY THEY SPEAK IN SECRET TONGUES AND TALK NONSTOP IN
MEMOS FROM HELL AND BABY IT'S GETTING HOTTER ALL
THE TIME. OF A MILE IN LESS THAN THAT. NO TIME TO KNEEL DOWN AND NO PRAYERS SO INAUDIBLE. HURRY UP I'M HUNGRY. I MEAN BELLYACHE IN THE SOUL HOLE. VACANT SOUR RUMBLING IN THE BASE OF HOLLOWED BY THY PHYSICAL BEING. WATCH THE SOUL DISLODGE/EJECT AND THE WALLS GO TUMBLING DOWN.
THE PAST NEVER DIES
JUST CONTINUALLY REPEATS
the past never repeats
just continually dies.
dark was. as dark is. anatomy of melancholy. every cloud in the sky was gone.
the same ones
come back again.
he came home violent.
the sacred heart of jesus
NOTHING COULD BE SAID OR DONE. AT ALL. EVERYTHING WAS OVER
A TERRIBLE AND SLOWLY AGONIZING
THE AVERAGE BOY NEXT DOOR BECOMES THE AVERAGE LIPSTICK KILLER.
AND THERE DEATH HUNG. SILENT AND DEADLY. THE QUIET THICKER AND MORE DEAFENING THAN SHE HAD EVER IMAGINED. AS IF PUDDING WERE POURED IN BOTH HER
AND PENETRATING INTO HER BRAIN.
LIKE A METALLIC TYPE OF THE SAME. AS IF MERCURY WERE POURED INTO HER SKULL
AND SLOWLY SOLIDIFYING. A SLOW PROCESS OF GRADUAL DETERIORATION. A FILLING UP AND A RELEASING. LIKE ONE MURDEROUSLY SLOW ALMOST CREEPING
PENETRATION. ONE EXCRUCIATINGLY LIQUID PRICK. AND THE SENSATION OF ALL FUCKS (DEATH) CONSISTING OF A SINGLE THRUST. THAT TAKES FOREVER TO COMPLETE, UNTIL THE TIP OF THE PRICK IS FLUSH UP AGAINST THE WALLS OF THE CERVIX. AND THEN THE GRADUAL DETERIORATION.
THE GRADUAL WITHDRAWAL, OF THE WHOLE COCK TAKING WITH IT THE VERY LIFE FORCE. THE VERY BREATH OF LIFE AND THE EMPTY SENSATION OF
DEATH WHEN THE PENIS
HE SAT AND INHALED HER DEATH. SLOW AND DEEPLY. HER DEATH. THE FINAL NOTHING. THE DUMB AND STUPID REALITY OF THAT NOTHING. HE THOUGHT OF THE LESS FORTUNATE. ABOUT THE STUPID
IGNORANT THAT BELIEVED YOU LIVED FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOUR OWN DEATH. HE LOVED HER DEAD. HE LOVED HER SO MUCH THAT THE
BRUTALITY OF HER DEATH NONEXISTED. IT FELT AS IF HIS CHEST WERE WELLING UP READY TO BURST.
ALMOST JOYOUS. HE LOVED HER AND SHE WAS DEAD. A VICTIM OF HER OWN 108
HE FELT NO SADNESS, NO REMORSE. NONE OF THE USUAL
AND STUPID EMOTIONS ASSOCIATED WITH ANOTHER'S
HE DID NOT FEEL THE HORRIBLE SHRINKING NUMBNESS. HE DID NOT FEEL THE AGONY, THE SELFISH, SELFPITYING, THE GROSS AND OVERBEARING NUMBNESS. HE LOVED HER AND NOTHING ELSE COULD BE SAID OR DONE.
IF THERE WERE NO WORDS BUT ONLY SILENCE THAT FELL LIKE DEATH THAT HUNG SLOWLY AND FOREVER, ALWAYS IT WEEPS SADLY OVER ONE THOUSAND YEARS' TIME ONE THOUSAND AND ONE TEARS DEEP LIKE FOREVER AS IT WAITS MORE PATIENTLY THAN CAN STAND OR TRY TO UNDERSTAND, AND ISOLATION AN IMMEDIATE DEEP FREEZE, WHERE EVERY SECOND HELL REPEATS ITSELF FOREVER AND EVER.
by Lydia Lunch and Exene Cervenka
Visceral, raw, passionate,
and sexually charged, these
represent a unique collaboration by two of America's top figures in the underground rock music field. Combining a surreal informality a deliberate vulgarity, camp humor, and the impassioned outbursts of society's dispossessed, their voices cut through to the core of discontent: an unsettling, ever-shifting world of illusion and disillusion. Called at one time the "'No-Wave' Queen" by The New York Times, Lydia Lunch has had a seminal influence on "no-wave" and other forms of avant-garde music in her roles as originator of the group Teenage Jesus and as lead singer and lyricist for the group Eight-Eyed Spy among many others. Exene Cervenka is the lead singer and lyricist for the rock group X, whose album. Wild Gift, was released to nearly unanimous critical acclaim, and named pop album of the year by The New York Times and The Los Angeles Times.
An Evergreen Book
Published by Grove Press, Inc. 196 West Houston Street New York, N.Y. 10014
Cover Design: Roy Colmer
Cover Photo: David Arnoff