I am a writer astride Verlane's. white stallion
and Lao Tsu's donkey and all paths lead to poetry.
My writing appeals to some, its surrealist elements,
Others respond to its Buddhist nature.
Some get off on the language.
And others are tickled by its erotic nature.
Others respond to its Buddhist nature.
Some get off on the language.
And others are tickled by its erotic nature.
In my work I try to hold all the voices
The voices are part of the process
no one wants to make you solely into it
Making love to you would be like
both of us getting laid by the White Goddess.
We are both fish mongers
Catch of the day
Neptune coughs back up
Where poor shepherds
We are both fish mongers
Catch of the day
Neptune coughs back up
Where poor shepherds
offering the sacrificial lamb to the beast
Except the lambs blood is 1200 years old
Except the lambs blood is 1200 years old
and he died for can't read it
Darkness essence
Darkness essence
we push across the page this writing
Cotati 6/7/1983
To Michael Larraine
after Lindys poetry reading
I've been told how my writing appeals to some
because of its surrealist elements,
Others respond to its Buddhist nature.
Others respond to its Buddhist nature.
Some get off on its LANGUAGE form
And the rest are riveted by its erotic energy.
And the rest are riveted by its erotic energy.
I tried to hold all these voices which emerge
It's easy to pantomime a singular voice
All those voices are a part of me
It's easy to pantomime a singular voice
All those voices are a part of me
and none want to go down
as the sole survivors of poetry.
6/7/1983
EROTIC NITE, GARBO’S
I once introduced Michael Larraine
as the only poet who can write
of the entire universe
experiencing an orgasm
in the space of a single line,
a.k.a. the writer of the Big Bang Theory.
1980?
I once introduced Michael Larraine
as the only poet who can write
of the entire universe
experiencing an orgasm
in the space of a single line,
a.k.a. the writer of the Big Bang Theory.
1980?
I ride astride Verlain's white stallion
my Harley eats up the miles
and my men wander another path
while Lao Tsu's donkey brings up all the rear.
All paths lead to poetry.
6/7/1983
You'll have to confuse
All paths lead to poetry.
6/7/1983
You'll have to confuse
the state my house is in
I lead an excused life.
Please confuse the state
my house is in
I lead an excused life
Please confuse the state my life is in
I lead an excused existence
6/7/1983
6/7/1983
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