Duet for Man Woman Birth Death Infinity and St. Louis #10
Do you know what it’s like to be here all day.
It’s better than-
Don’t say. I know some places you’ve been.
It’s Friday. Isn’t it.
Was he good’
Was he fine and young, nearly hairless?
A rookie sailor?
Was it a tea room scene?or did you use the car?
Of course you drove down 12th St. Tell him to call,
real late at night. some time past my awakeness, so you
can whisper to him of the taste of his honey?
You know, you could find solace elsewhere.
There’s at least three who would-
And you’ll stand at his door ‘gain
plea in hand again
beg and de mand again
almost as though-
Strange White Female, history of suicide attempts and
jagged crying seeks Straight White Male to support her and
keep her a live. Contact PO. Box 490193-A.
At Midnight. With a frog’s wing.
Or I could go back to St. Louis.
They loved me there.
All your theys are dead.
Or, unfortunately, not yet so.
I would find new ones.
they would be for me.
Strong men who do not use words
for their swords.
Who are not broken
in so many places.
You would be in within a week.
Or, no, do they have a charity ward there, where
you haven’t spewed your words, yet.
Between a fierce old bag Madelyn and a radical wino
g Spouting Trotskey and tales of old Me hi cho
Che and Jim Morrison’s death
Better than a half-life here.
Pass the wine
Dare me to go.
Do you dare me to leave you right out of my life.
Do as you will.
Do not slam doors.
I hate it
when you slam doors.
You don’t think I’ll leave you
Stab you with my leaving
Do leave me a dress or two.
And why do you stay?
It’s someone to do.
|Woman||Pass the wine. Pass the god damn|