The Jim Jones Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
I have my standards
No bondage on the first date
no talks, long into the blue bitter night
6 -of death and drugs
and demons and such
of the lust you feel
for a vampire’s touch
of how you would follow
if only I’d lead
of how you’d be mine
if only I’d bleed
of how he’s only a sailor on a ship
that will reach your port again
you know, ’cause the candlesigns tell you
and the dark red tarot reveal
like the horror scope say
your blood red sea man
who tastes of foreign salts
who sweats so well and comes to you in your
gray
dreams
reaching you out of the frozen brine
touching you from all the
Atlantic sea man’s bars
with ‘a kiss that catches blood
and you ask me
as we sit and drink tea and tea
what did we conversate on
he and I
that night the door was locked
7)-Though you create wounds
after his dreams
I see him, too
truer
at the bottom of the water
on a chain he dealt himself
bound and cuffed
hand and bound
by our dreamns
by our
dreams
you called him
Steven
I no longer
call on him
to rescue me from
a house where curtains never change
from sitting on the stoopstep
and waitin’ for the rain
from bein’ free of anyone
whose image is a scene
from writin’ words that never say
what they shoulda mean
from life that goes on only
’cause it don’t know any Ater
where only words are real
and the only news is weather
I don’t walk up to the dock
in the middle of the snow
watch and wait and sing a song
of night and worlds below
because I think he’ll listen
because I think he’ll hear
I only do these things at night
because, you see, I’m here
8)-you used to wait for letters
till they turned the mailbox off
the phone don’t ring
since Unca John died
and then it only coughed
you don’t believe in TVs
tellin ’bout the rays
you only have your radio
as com pass for your days
and me to always tell you
the world ended yesterday
the seaman’s starin’ up the water
nothing can he say
but oh does he look beautiful
the muscles seen through shreds
and it really doesn’t matter
if he’s alive or dead
’cause we would love him anyway
and keep him by our side
it would not a bad thing be
if he were here and died
his teeth their pearl then would remain
his hair that hardy sheen
his air of being everywhere
his taste of…not quite clean
and then you see he could not fail
to satisfy our needings
and it would be a constant thrill
and punctuate our bleedings
but this is only fantasy
his ship sails ’round some cape
in Flo ri da or Euc ua dor
or maybe Idaho State
and he has a girl in every port
and you were just but two
who loved the sea man’s image
as though you’d make it true
and I just sit
by dock, by night
no potion in my hand
and sing the songs
of lost and lust
as though I understand
that though he marked us
you and I
and each we wear his brand
neither is the truer
neither knows the reasons
neither has the man
4th reversal
10/11/82
robertthesmall 