"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



I just want to inject people’s faces 

You have to be a nurse for that

She was left money so she went somewhere

and had her whole body done

2 young girls with time to lose  shmooz at the

Thompson Hotel    Weird microcosm  of the



Listen  my own dentist said: If I had it to do over

I’d have gone into  eyes   that’s where the money is

Sounds like Graduate redux  though plastics were

big back then   No way would Mrs. Robinson wait

on a big brass bed  for my bitter dentist


But wait she did  for the lemmel Ben    Who no doubt

Elaine made osh+porrich of   (mincemeat in yiddish)

for visiting the orifice from whence she came   Forgiveness

is a funny thing  innit?


Ditto hope:  deceived   deferred   +finally extinguished    Or is it?

In Von Triers  Melancholia  the only characters who do not fear a

giant meteorite  are a depressed woman  +a young child   They do not

care that the apocalypse will be the shit abyss


Children largely immortal until age 8    The depressed woman  for whom

immortality is overrated says: Why make God wait?


Estragon: What about hanging ourselves?

Vladimir: It’d give us an erection

Estragon: An erection!

Vladimir: Let’s hang ourselves immediately

Estragon: I can’t go on like this

Vladimir: That’s what you think

(Waiting for Godot  Samuel Beckett  1954)



She got into a green car  

pool table green

lit a cigarette,

and I’m sure she drove off to someplace magic

where people were always laughing and

the music was always playing

and the drinks were good

(i saw an old fashioned whore today   Charles Bukowski  1972)


First day of Fall 2016


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