Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
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26<br />
“Yr my cherry.”<br />
Rebecca. I wrap her in a blood red scarf & none other. She sits in my lap & looks<br />
about 12 trying to figure me out this time.<br />
“It’s tonight.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“Tonight is acid night. <strong>The</strong> other side of this night. You’ll see.”<br />
“We’re ready?”<br />
“We’re beyond ready.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is no certainty anymore. Not really. <strong>The</strong> earth is filled with treeroots &<br />
hopeful corpses.<br />
We’ve fought on a long battleground of fear & doubt. This never ends.<br />
But there’s more. A half-moon punching a bright continuous word in the nightsky.<br />
<strong>The</strong> music Noisy Children is battering, at the walls of Luna T’s Cafe. <strong>The</strong> many who love<br />
me tonight. <strong>The</strong> one who dreams of meeting me & kissing me & how I will court her &<br />
who we will two vessels be<br />
Oh lord I understand none of it the vinepatterned rugs & chairs in this hotel lounge.<br />
I don’t really know why the stars are. I want to be a father of many daughters & a single son.<br />
I want my mate to be my virgin soon my muse later my widow last of all<br />
Two vases. We will be the sweet, cold water and the jar that pours.<br />
Listen to this story that is no story this poem unreasonable & vast. I used to be<br />
someone who wrote another way. <strong>The</strong>re are no models or guides left for me. I’m nearly 35.<br />
Schooldays are over<br />
I marry you, Rebecca, to teach you & to listen. Your simulacra is walking my world<br />
tonight & she’s restless & she’s impatient & music hardly calms her these days & colors<br />
make her thighs growl with sweat.<br />
New Period. Motherfucker of a time. Paradise never moves. Echo. <strong>The</strong> ground beneath<br />
her feet. Hideous kinky.<br />
My notebook is on fire. Please save it. Please save it. Please save me.<br />
I am going to the desert to learn how to immolate mongst the masters. <strong>The</strong> smiling<br />
thousands. Bardo plane. Lysergic acid. Tight teen ass. Dose her cuz she’s cute. Fuck her cuz you<br />
can. Suck harder, baby, & I’ll make your devils go away.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005<br />
To be continued in <strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 55 | October 2005