For Min-Phay Chiou, Maria Diaz and Debbi Kempton-Smith There was this really cute boyspitting outall this stuffthat was going through my head/or on top of my Skullon Which I fasten aSky-Blue band of Cloud- filled Dreams(if Clouds be Fluffy)My Nose is StuffyAnd I. find Myself. sneezing out. the Flowers.In a. Field full of Daisies. That […]

(Written while Slaving All Day Over a Hot Snatch) *for Jade 4 U, Darnella Williams and Tom Robbins Pussy is holy.I loves Pussy(Pussy that is Clean, not Funky)I knows Pussy runs in the Family…I find Pussy Hilarious!Look! See? My Pussy is doing Stand-Up Comedy! (oof! oof!)I want to wrap my Pussy-Lips ’round your Gigglebone of […]

FOR TRENT REZNOR WHEN FINNEGAN SAYSHE LOVES MANKINDHE REALLY ISN’T KIDDING….. HE LOVES MEN / ALL KINDS OF MEN/MEN YOU WOULDN’T DREAM OF…. TALL MEN /BROAD MEN /SHORT MEN /BORED MEN /OLD MEN /YOUNG MEN/ MEN WHO LIE/HOT MEN/ SAD MEN/ROCK MEN /MAD MEN/ BAD MEN/GLAD MEN /MEN WHO’VE DIED BLONDE MEN /ROAD MEN/ AVOID […]

For Debbi Kempton-Smith, Barbara Brady and Mistral Hjort She said“Cocteau Twins. Candles. Darkness.” He said“Don’t give me any Nasty Ideas.” They satat Dinner at half-past NineGod-like, Gorgeous, Drunk on Wine She said“Crystals. Nature. K.D. Lang.” She said“Unfit/Lipstick/Loveprints/Satirical/Feminist-Separatist/means this/Political/and thatmeans this…..Doubleplusvenus!!” She’d notask HERout again ……. He saidsomethingmuted, tortured …….. He did notsay WhatHe meant They […]

_____________________________________________for Mistral She holds My beating heartin her iron fistand She won’t let it go./..She is Pain, in all forms, All Manifestations./..She skins Me Alive witha Critical Crueltylaughingwith no unclear Derisionat My Imperfections/..Sensual, Beautiful,Elegant and Silently Empowered/..She opens Her Dark Horrible Eyesto fix upon Me a Stare which Shatters the Diamonds of Strung TogetherStars Above,and […]

For Paco Across the Fiery Wheelof Heavenstand Youand Iin Opposition,Perpendicular under… Stars in my pocketStars in my handsStars in my eyes When Love is never good enough Take me by the hand downHands downPants downUpside downTo your War-torn KingdomsTo your Dark and Sunless GardensTo Your Solar-System of Faithless Faith Where Love is never good enough […]

For Jonathan Walsh At the Endof the Worldwith a High Fiery MushroomingRed CloudAlight in our Eyes,(And being One with Vaporizing Bones Everywhere)there is nofurther reason to arguethat He Who Has the Most ToysReally Matters…. But there I was,Arguing in Your FavorInvincible against Destructionand Alivein the God White Eyeof Fire, Unscorched and not feeling the Heat,Not […]

For Barbara Brady Pitiless in HateThough Desperate for Love/The Queen of Doom Awoke from the Black Sleep of the PitHungry/For something Young and FreshTo Feast On…../She went Outinto the Winter of Her Desire/a Storm of ColdCleanSterility/Clothed only by Lies which she Esteemed Most LovelyThough Her Glamour wasI r r e s I s t a […]

*FOR JONATHAN WALSH REMEMBERING OUR FIRST KISSWHILE WE WERE BOTH TRIPPINGON ACID IN THAT CHELSEA HELL-HOLE//IN MID-TOWN MANHATTAN/AND TRYING TO FORGET THE PAIN/REMEMBERING AND UNABLE TO FORGET OUR SEXAND HOW IT FELT SO RIGHT/MOST NOTING YOUR MOANS OF PLEASURE AND ECSTASY STILL CAUGHT IN MY EARS AND EYESECHOING THERE FOREVER AND FOREVER/AND FOREVER AND FOREVER […]