If I could move backwards in time from snooch to snooch
Until the I reached the beginning of time,
The beginning of all snooch, the very first snooch,
What would I see when I emerged from it?
Would I see that past star filled night
Or would I see the sun newly blazing—
Will she see a delicious **** made of metal
Newly emerged from space
Between her hairy thighs,
Will she be fat or skinny, having never eaten but how—
Anorexic flies buzzing around thriving on what oxygen—
Would Jehovah be waiting there for me with a beer?
Will her cross be made of electric diamonds?
Girl in a business suit dining like a cat
While I sit smoking my pipe in space—
Loving her like I love the sun I **** your mother on videotape
My world is an extraordinary machine,
The American nun who was an angel
Fillating me to seventh heaven was only eighteen,
Blinded by the sky’s mask of flesh—
I hear ***** scratching at the door,
Her rubbery lips delicious like hot sausage—
Death is no reason not to **** her,
The British **** their dead all the time, the queen is dead—
He paints huge squares of paper and sells them framed
Or rolled or cut up into rough squares—
They are like flags of nonexistent nations—
The Chinese Barnett Newman,
I say Chinese and not Han deliberately,
Because Baudelaire wasn’t impressed by blondes—
The Impressionists followed Delacroix
And the Cubists followed Cezanne,
The Expressionists followed Van Gogh
And the Minimalists followed the Abstract Expressionists,
I would **** an old woman in the mouth
If she gave me twenty dollars—
Then I would write a poem about her—
Called “Portrait of the artist as a young sadist”,
And it would be all about her ***** feet and sagging *******,
The lines on her face and her candy colored ****
As tight as a little girl’s—
As if I could move backwards in time from **** to ****
Until I reached the beginning of time, the motherless ur-****—
That is the beginning of all snooch, the first snooch
Before which there was no snooch—