Krystal, were you too drunk to remember was I too daydream to drink? It is oh man if I leave this tub what happens? I'd be banished from this bathroom unless he has a memory lapse or an illusion the consequence is an adversarial advice lecture I am living my questions without deliberation Half confused more not saying any frustration andĮlectric turquoise light purple waves respond to unidentifiedįisheye haze glazed over tangerine electrowaves in italian This tub room’s too small for the baked potato legacy crowd to hang on I told every deadhead id sit on their lap for a joint The leather peeling from the soles of my red berlin shoe. No you know I only had those two months to lose and Unenthused and pretending to be his muse and 22 years old. Nineteen and foolish frivolous frills on my dress I’ve stepped on the shoes of every golden age professor and traded nova convention cassette tapes for emails when I was maybe outside elsewhere and Jeremy and I laugh at asking Sharon about the 1989 or later Grateful Dead tour in Europe in which her then-husband was makin’ the wall of sound forĮveryone who says the scene is dead is boring Smoke is going halfway out i'm giggling at my ineptitude here, NudityĪnd J.S. Indulging in irrelevant run quick upstairs quasi Kerouacian in aunts house with doors closed window open waiting for In the bathroom smoking half a chewed joint rolled in a paper towel from the kitchen You are 23, high or low out of Frisco in Fullerton Krystal I write eulogies for you in the Bathtub now ‘You’re the coolest person left in san francisco’ ‘I think you’re the coolest person I met,
She turned to a page once to write in the interzone
I ask her to sign my Bill Burroughs book cause she’s real beatificĪre we strangers to the brink of a dead scene?ĭancing with stragglers and ridiculously fancy footwork Monogram green crayon in her mouth masquerading I’m writing a dancing poem on a piece of scrap paper Is this a unique evening or a pickup line?īlue suede shoes and she’s twirling me around winding me up like a spinning top With legs spread immaculate and uninhibited I held a lighter in vigil for her orange button up ablaze Audio playback is not supported on your browser.
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