Ivy-wivy comes
in undressed;
teenage girls in eyeliner,
boys in leather & jeans---
Ivy-wivy is an Etruscan priestess;
She loves Lorca as do I---
Poetry is hot the way music is cold---guitars
chilly not professional,
Ivy-wivy adding up my lines---
My memories
of Ivy-wivy (merging
w/ the Converse-wearing vamp
whom I loved;
my first taste
of white trash punk
philosophy girl-wise)
piercing me w/ needles,
god, how I loved her Cubex satellites---
Spanish or Italian,
surrealist, futurist,
Catholic,
fascistic,
anything but Spanish---
Language is hidden like a Kurd,
rhythms of ur poetry---
Ivy-wivy walks sideways & sits---
the crash coming in ten years time w/ robots