the floodlight lit up the small stage                             like
        the poets are college kids just                                     a prison camp; so the girl comes out                                               
& strips off her gorilla-suit & stands
                                               there naked
   just finding their voice &                   borr    owing heavily
                           from             Burroughs,              Bukowski &                  Baudelaire;                                    ­
                      in front of her children;
           after the show r               the strippers invite the          
                                   poets out for drinks & a bite to                         eat      
then a poet comes                  out & no one                                  understands
                ­          a word he says,                        but they applaud                                 anyway the poets start reading
         aloud I ended up                               making out w/ Vanna    
         at the bar & the only people
                    there were the young         poets  & old strippers ; Shana was the same                 age as Richie's
                    great-grandmother; still, he took                             her into the   men's                   room & ******                       her until last call               ; everyone                    had to use                           the ladies room      
             & another stripper                         comes out                          already
half-nake                                     d & strips
                                                 to her g-string
showing everyone                her *** then another
poet comes on & curses up a storm;
                       the  "man, these chicks                   are really old," he said.
I told him to drink more;      
                 small                    audience                        is more receptive to
                                               that l kind of thi
     "mother, I want to **** u!"
                      the poet declaimed,
                    & so he did             a        i                        midnight    "my sons like to watch
                      me get ******; "                                    she said,          Vanna                                      ng; obscene lyrical odes;             "but it bugs my johns                so I tape it & they watch       It's b       been so    long, she moaned                         it later
           w/ their wives                                                       .
& kids. weir,d right?"                  
                      & then yet another                                                        mi­ddle-aged stripper  I've heard weirder       "I'm kind of hot for that old *****,"        
                          takes the bright stage         & takes off her gown
                 & stockings                            to stand stark naked in the spotlight