distill

   My springboard

                     Henry Miller: “I had no need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in his face.”

Really?

           Where you going from there?

Woudya like to hear

Do I have a choice?

With me as you know you always do

Always. Absolutely.

Anybody play with absolutes more than me

   I can’t think of a soul. Which is probably why you’re so convincing. You make people want to believe.

Thank you

she rest her hands on her thighs

he would have to work hard not to be distracted by her voluptuousness  her nakedness

If when you’ve finished you haven’t wasted my time, I intend to ravage, to savage, you.

I hope its as good as I think he thought

                                         I declare wha I think

An having said so I think of it no longer

I evacuate an make room for more

my brain like my bowels an bladder an lungs have to be emptied  to be refilled

emptied again an agin until tha time someday   when death empties me completely

an finally  with one warm grateful spasm squeeze

where in my bed

or on a floor

into the earth

will gush the last vestiges of what I had been

I will sorely miss not being able to kneel among my stuff like a small interested child

who sorts an pulls through it to discover trembling treasures

the funk

an fuck

of it

there my happiness an horror will be found

if I were this child

or may be had been my childrens

or secondplace bastards

if they were discerning

amid the odor

                 a fragrance

an feeling stones in my surly muck

                                      if their eyes didnt deceive them  betray them

an their nerves not faint

    gems

Sunday,  August 1, 1991