Magazine
You open up at me
Quotation marks drool and
There are so many breasts.
The Land of Oz is where Real men R
And Price Upon Request.
Heroin goddesses and latina babes,
Hold the purse and hold the shoe and hold my frickin’ face.
Page 69 has the story but page 70 has the goods:
Sexy little red riding hood hunting Wolfie in the woods.
Stick your head under the seat to get more plastic,
Date your stepson to get more dick,
All these vitamins will make you sick
Quick, do it do it honey, do it quick.
Gardens in winter, gardens in spring.
Glossy fruity pages,
Sparkling young things.
Ah reality what is this machine:
The beautiful, the perverse…the magazine.
Francis Bacon Tribute
All your teeth are
Reassembled:
Rearranged, the colors
Tremble.
DC fountains outside sparkle.
Inner maroon and dark
Black drips,
Twisted oceans,
Beds as ships.
Nudes melting on their seats,
Figures in landscapes,
Figures with meat.
March 22
Places in my memory
Made holy by
Your step.
You shine a yellow light
In my perpetual ever night.
Did you know your silhouette
Stretched across the garden sky?
All the flowers turned
To watch you walk on by.
You didn’t know
Your hot brown voice
Could reach me through the years;
All my ego did not conquer
Basest thoughts and fears.
Tony you will never know
How much I loved you then,
Our youth lasting until the dawn:
Stolen kisses,
Hot tub lawns,
Blood down Hondas…
Your eyes so bleak.
And all your strength
Turned me weak.
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