4 Hour Hard On

Holiday Fiction by yours
Truly in Thieves Jargon

Warning:


The following video may cause
a host of atrial arrhythmias,
squeamishness, esophageal
bile burns, as well as vertigo,
lockjaw, queasy paranoia and/or
panic disorder in Coach Class,
when knee-jerk flight attendants
blast the left wing window seats
with cold shots of Lysol, Right
Guard, Solarcaine, All Vegetable
Pam and Sodium Pentothal.

psssssst...



Please watch and listen
responsibly, always.


THIS CLOUDED HEART

From the book
War All The Time
published by Black Sparrow.
(c) 1984; All Rights Reserved



the condition

all up and down the avenues
the people are in pain;
they sleep in pain, they awaken
in pain;
even the buildings are in pain,
the bridges
the flowers are in pain
and there is no release—
pain sits
pain floats
pain waits
pain is.

don’t ask why there are
drunks
drug addicts
suicides

the music is bad
and the love
and the script:

this place now
as I type this

or as you read this:
your place now.



green

i’ve been drunk in front of cracked bathroom mirrors
in southern towns of nowhere
holding a paring knife near the jugular vein and
grinning.
that’s when I first learned that stage play
is a great substitute for reality:
the only separation between doing and pretending to do
being that infinite hairline of choice: a
choice between nothing and
nothing.
to awaken in the morning, to
find a place of
employment
where the workers accepted everything
but the dream of
escape.
there were so many places like
that.
there was a job in this town
in Louisiana
which i left each evening
tired and dulled
to that night again
pouring glassfuls and
looking out the
window and
thinking about a girl at
work
in an ill-fitting green dress
who cursed continually about
almost everything.
i only wanted to fuck her
once and
get out of
town.
i only got out of town,
which means I made a choice between
staying nowhere and going
nowhere,
and I imagine if she’s still alive she’s
still cursing about
something
but I no longer hold the paring knife
near the jugular vein—
the end is getting
close enough
all by
itself.

PEKING MAN

L 0 0 k-
i n g

For Luvin

All
Wrong


PLACES...


;)




Now Grass-Hoppazz,

Contemplate
what you have Herd,

as we go for
a nice longg


D r i v e

So, take it


e a s y, babies