the horny poet is dying
doesn’t remember names anymore
tries to think about her lovers
but can’t conjure anything but images

             their faces 

little kisses. and regrets. 

feeling icky and bricky
two weeks           behind on estro
mones and mood swingin like Bird
hey may b I’ll take a trip 2 Camarillo
and they’ll make a special arrangement for me to relax
put in a good word for me
at CSUCI (see?)
Foucault would crème his pants another prison has become school

the new-old language 
that’s in my thighs
my swing my tilt
and do-si-do 

i bounce with you
feel the stomach 
tighten up

To (re)quest
For an (un)alter(ed) destiny 
“Defend the dead / weight of circumstance” 

make circles 
round
make circles 
round 
make circles 
round
make circles 

Richard Prince 
famous thief
was born in the Panama Canal Zone

Famous pilfered poet plot of land
made the subject of demands 
time and time again by North American hands 

they fan the flames of war and don’t even know it 
Assemblage of stolen opportunities 
Moments memorialized by absence 

I share my horoscope 
with a gas and oil company 
I share my company 
with the gas and oil industry 

An abscess upon your legacy 
Spit upon your pity party 
A tart to ruin your life 
and steer the knife into your heart 

they traipsed the beaches 
in search of a somewhat elusive bird 
that hid in the hottest parts of the sand
nested and left no trace
not even feather-beak residue 

what they did know:
the birds had been present
the sand was hottest by the estuary 
they could not stand there for more than 
“fifteen seconds!” 
lucy yelped 
it was half past noon 

what they did not know:
the birds had just left
the birds were meticulous tidiers 
ppl lived in the estuary 
“the way back to the car” lucy sighed 

camping on the beach was 
a necessary discomfort 
no tent 
but as has been illustrated 
the sand was hot
and strangely remained that way 
after dark 

like there were still-hot coals submerged 
under loam 
but no 
not even seafaom could still
heated swill
hot bile that thicket-dwellers 
                      forced to eat
                      pork remnants and capri-sun

“living in the rough” was illegal by then
“showing outward affection” was too
as were many other precious things 
such as “venturing alone”
but lucy didn’t care
that’s what they liked abt thicket-dwellers
they didn’t care
on second thought 
least they cared enough
to share bug spray and apple juice

i was very young when I met lucy and I did not know, at the time, what a risk she was taking in taking me in
i did not know that she was 
taking me in I thought I was hers

i was hers
after all 
but that’s not the way ppl saw it
adoption was illegal at that point 
and punishment severe for disobeying 
so when they were in “polite company” 
i.e. police company, narcs, informants, etc
lucy would call me her intern 
which they loved

i live near the western gate
western gate western gate
i live near the western gate 
where souls depart this earth

‪bad habits:‬
‪i write ‬
‪my poems ‬
‪in 4/4 time‬

musicians and their teachers: 
musicians, and their teachers,
musicians 
and their teachers! musicians 

and their teachers
the mamas & the papas
who feed and love the musicians 
and their teachers
the miracles 
that make musicians  
and their teachers say
aren’t you glad u learnt yr scales
yr rounds & bach chorales 
long tones 
listen to their sounds closely 

but the musicians and their teachers
the temptations 
of sweet sorrow in each breath 
of sarah vaughn howling out
mean to me
musicians and their teachers 

ntozake and jessica holding hands
draping their lovers
each other in satin
don’t need it to be true to be real 
don’t need it to be wrong either
just need it