Saturday, August 23, 2014

Black Rose, Yellow Daffodil

I’m your black rose, debonair, captain of this lounge, courting loose leaves
Green girls dressed in fishnet stockings, torn tee shirts, knife pleated skirts
They pose beside these leather sofas reading Fanzines, popping bubble gum
How I attract them like bees, swarming the corners of this City University
Where does the time go, here we can’t tell hours from minutes, we suicide
Drinking in color of Camel cigarettes, a hush overcomes us, no paranoia
Listen as lovers whisper; others carry on about science and anthropology
This place where nerds take cover from Misfits, Sex Pistols, Richard Hell
You come to me yellow daffodil, fresh out of the womb, sexual anarchist
Our words are voluptuous, barking up a tree, who do you choose to love
Where do we go tonight, do we dance at Danceteria, get drunk in Chelsea
Sea of people in purple uniforms under blue light, lime green eye shadows
Slipping through a crowd, cigarette girls, Italian boys in yellow zebra suits
Blood shot eyes, caffeinated teeth, face of a monsoon, I look upon you Betty
What animal do you see in me, I am a drug spread over your table cloth
Do you take me in by needle, do you sniff me up like coke, I’m your drug
What do you do with leather, black leather on your skin, the dancer within
Ballerina hyena, how the night goes where we go, foxes calling, howling
Make the smoke rise off the streets, the peculiar corners of these streets
Graffiti walls, men with Mohawks, where do they go when lights go out
This black world where flowers refuse to grow; left to rot in broken bottles
My daffodil, Nancy suicide, we die slowly drinking whiskey, wake me up
Let the wires in your hair fall down, electric, when we make love, we bruise
The evening arches, watching as the back of you bends, roar, this riot, roar
Shards of glass spread over carpeted floor; reflection in the mirror is fire
Bright light shining, our bodies wrestle, flower petals circle on our bed

Marijuana Day at Washington Square

First time I smoked pot I thought it was a cigarette handed to me by a joogie
Long stiff boogie rolled up in white paper looked a thing of Virginia Slims
That day I tasted marijuana I knew nothing of what had become of me
Fire brand well lit green grass dried leaves set upon my wagging tongue
Attempting to get high with the boys at Washington Square where we sat
Listening as Reagan Youth gutted the space on stage spilled over guts
Glorifying the seed indeed a crowd had gathered in honor of a celebration
Dead beats riotous giving fist for fun it seemed what was a strange smell
Dead boys lifting off the ground carved like thieves set upon the fury
Self serving hunger grazed like cattle halved to the bone carcass thing
Wasted with eyes closed left sleeping as the music cranked out loud

We were Sudden Death fell among throwaways out in the gardens
Caught our breaths stealing away what was left of smoked blunts
In that kingdom above clouds we had died shed our skins for torture
I never did get high for it was one drag I took certainly no inhalation
A drugged nation crooked at the limbs barely able to walk dragging
For some it was a pungent kiss among dragons with breaths of fire

Oh Washington Square we had set our eyes on your park on this day
Our eyes bloody red from smoke falling head first onto pavement
What sirens we heard were not from cops who stood at guard’s sight
Declaration of independence on marijuana day at Washington Square
Where punks gathered blew wind into sky sat among leaves on high

Under a reckless sun we dreamt our days to come at Heaven’s gate
Under a reckless sun we breathed the breath of charcoal black slate

What mockery do you make of us society’s political damned dregs
We have no decisions to make none whatsoever in the here and now

In our sudden deaths listen when the music is over fading out of tune
The musicians will pack up their instruments making us want more
When they kill off the mic the sun will go down and we will drown
Drink from the bars near and far while we leave for our death beds
What a day we had at Washington Square as the sun turned to moon