nite_vision

and the beat goes on

who was it said language poetry is dead
who was it surmised it aint cool bein' baptized
no more
you said you said yo usaid you
yo said it in private conversation
walls have ears but they sure are tone-deaf
i remember that expression
on your face exasperation
was it in the cafe de loup
mouthing mouthing mao's tao thing
mousy girl in that frilly thing you found not entirely unbecoming. Think!
was it sample sale at comme des garcons
was it pret-a-porte party at John Zorn's
all hands on deck
at your beck and call 24/7
stopping for donut at 7/11
across from that Amoco station
on the corner
keep the change
coroner crooner belting out
strangers in the night
frankie and the rat pack
making out in the back
8-track blaring away
yo whatever happen to basquiat
dashboard bar and grill
chill!

who was it said andy warhol is all but dead
you ms solanas you
rode that wave
yor scum manifesto xeroxed and xanaxed
you walk into the room etc heavily medicated
mildly disturbed but self-contained, reserved
spewing mendacity!!
do you mr jones do you unto others
don't covet red corvette
don't put out to no conceptualist monkey man
it kin hurt you karma
and yr lower chakra # 12
violently happy
bjork off mathew blarney stoned to death
frozen margarita laced with coke
at the point of no return
who said it do me a good turn
was it John Zorn
go easy on that popcorn
he not busy being born

(sam pridumal toka chto chessno ische ne uspel prochitat', potom (c)


vsem bol'shoe spasibo, nu vsem.