Jun 2018
Her name written in zodiacal equations,
Predicted by prophets of the desert's Sunday morning—
Charging up from Lucy's ******* in the basement,
Her own house among the stars, false Christians wailing,
Love made of paper as if the mother of darkness—
As easy as an easy grandmother's files are kept shut—
Rothko & Newman both ****** her—
Hung up on blue & red with stripes,
All colors contained in the rainbow's swirl,
My soul goes out to you, a grandmother's tiny *** in my hands
There is a thirteen-year-old boy,
Son of a general who likes to dress up like a girl
& roam the streets at night—
Getting caught & getting *****; never reporting it,
The 'girl' disappearing by day & is never seen around,
But appears again at night—
The soldiers are getting afraid of her, thinking she's a ghost
Haunting the streets looking for revenge,
But it is just a little ****** getting his rocks off
Getting roughed up by anonymous men in uniform
Only to go home to relish the experience with vigorous *******—
I think he is a genius, his family never knowing
What a perverted freak he is but his father may suspect,
Though I don't think he cares—
Sometimes if the boy cannot get laid
He'll hang out with Susan at the park—
She told me about & and said I must never tell anyone,
But I'm telling you, Bobbie Starr, because you don't speak to strangers
& have lost count of the ***** you've ******
& been tortured & ***** in prisons all over the world,
Still you dance to disco looking out over the river
As you drool for more **** & a thousand eyes watch you—
Lovely in your mother's blue underwear
As simple as a ***** number crowding onto a ship,
You shared your secret with me electronically
& Katie's ghost comes around to see me, her head cut off at the neck
& is the most beautiful ghost I've ever seen—
Equations so beautiful I can't catch my breath,
So informal & quiet like the woods,
So abstract & squared like the stars,
I think your *** contains some magical elixir,
I'm sure your *** is as sweet as your spit—
& your **** is as sweet as your ***
& your **** as sweet as your ****
Predicted by prophets of the desert's Sunday morning—
Charging up from Lucy's ******* in the basement,
Her own house among the stars, false Christians wailing,
Love made of paper as if the mother of darkness—
As easy as an easy grandmother's files are kept shut—
Rothko & Newman both ****** her—
Hung up on blue & red with stripes,
All colors contained in the rainbow's swirl,
My soul goes out to you, a grandmother's tiny *** in my hands
There is a thirteen-year-old boy,
Son of a general who likes to dress up like a girl
& roam the streets at night—
Getting caught & getting *****; never reporting it,
The 'girl' disappearing by day & is never seen around,
But appears again at night—
The soldiers are getting afraid of her, thinking she's a ghost
Haunting the streets looking for revenge,
But it is just a little ****** getting his rocks off
Getting roughed up by anonymous men in uniform
Only to go home to relish the experience with vigorous *******—
I think he is a genius, his family never knowing
What a perverted freak he is but his father may suspect,
Though I don't think he cares—
Sometimes if the boy cannot get laid
He'll hang out with Susan at the park—
She told me about & and said I must never tell anyone,
But I'm telling you, Bobbie Starr, because you don't speak to strangers
& have lost count of the ***** you've ******
& been tortured & ***** in prisons all over the world,
Still you dance to disco looking out over the river
As you drool for more **** & a thousand eyes watch you—
Lovely in your mother's blue underwear
As simple as a ***** number crowding onto a ship,
You shared your secret with me electronically
& Katie's ghost comes around to see me, her head cut off at the neck
& is the most beautiful ghost I've ever seen—
Equations so beautiful I can't catch my breath,
So informal & quiet like the woods,
So abstract & squared like the stars,
I think your *** contains some magical elixir,
I'm sure your *** is as sweet as your spit—
& your **** is as sweet as your ***
& your **** as sweet as your ****
