jon1jt
09-20-2006, 11:30 AM
Night drains the sky of milk from cows
like a uterus
from hell
Pulled by a conspiring sucking sound
nervous stars you can hear coming through
a faint rip in the seam of things, between you and the black matter
-verse on the verge of Hawking-izing
the night the city burned like a modern-day Carthage
all for
some Queens-y
Cosmo face
from 90th
and North
with her human resource pedigree and O’Neilian pipe dreams
while your dreams stir at the bottom of morning coffee, black
hoofing down a real bagel leftovers 'on the company'
The church-filled halls ring in your ears
in one formaldehyde blue monday
tapping the pointer against the neon-glared presentation board
bar graphs sautéed in (your) psychedelic bar-stool-trance-like projections
the night before holed up in some first-class piss and s**t house with atomic poop
welling up inside you (grandiose upheavals of dark matter?)
she's sketching pink elephants
as you write half-original sonnet on her pristine belly with starry climes
How would you recall that scribble in the stall
in such a tequila sunrise hour?
the flowers you picked from a rooftop botanical
and cherry blossoms near the bustop
which ends
heaving over a
toilet staring at your
Pontius Pilate SOUL
in the reflection
with brain clappings
of a young girl with PINK bike streamers
floating you a paper airplane
out of a
PINK
slip
the fuzzy peach tickle in your mouth
and the way the road bends in the reflection of your seagrams
sails you into a mad after-hour jaunt
starting at
Bleecker on
and on...
to
UNION
SQUARE
wiping
poop
on a camera lens hanging high
the screaming-bagpipe-playing-Irish-bar-man pause
before turning the deadbolt Clunk
she lays
across a bus stop bench looking up at the stars
with her head on your lap
taking the last drag of your Monday morning smoke
monologuing her sad-go-round life
your head tiptoes cold 43rd street box car
clam chowder
scrambled eggs
toast
and burnt bacon strips
overpriced fluffy merry-go-round cheese cake
with a slim fork
waiter with his.....................god bless! smile
...................and the frogs that came falling out of
the sky in one ribbitting apocalyptic
poop
like a uterus
from hell
Pulled by a conspiring sucking sound
nervous stars you can hear coming through
a faint rip in the seam of things, between you and the black matter
-verse on the verge of Hawking-izing
the night the city burned like a modern-day Carthage
all for
some Queens-y
Cosmo face
from 90th
and North
with her human resource pedigree and O’Neilian pipe dreams
while your dreams stir at the bottom of morning coffee, black
hoofing down a real bagel leftovers 'on the company'
The church-filled halls ring in your ears
in one formaldehyde blue monday
tapping the pointer against the neon-glared presentation board
bar graphs sautéed in (your) psychedelic bar-stool-trance-like projections
the night before holed up in some first-class piss and s**t house with atomic poop
welling up inside you (grandiose upheavals of dark matter?)
she's sketching pink elephants
as you write half-original sonnet on her pristine belly with starry climes
How would you recall that scribble in the stall
in such a tequila sunrise hour?
the flowers you picked from a rooftop botanical
and cherry blossoms near the bustop
which ends
heaving over a
toilet staring at your
Pontius Pilate SOUL
in the reflection
with brain clappings
of a young girl with PINK bike streamers
floating you a paper airplane
out of a
PINK
slip
the fuzzy peach tickle in your mouth
and the way the road bends in the reflection of your seagrams
sails you into a mad after-hour jaunt
starting at
Bleecker on
and on...
to
UNION
SQUARE
wiping
poop
on a camera lens hanging high
the screaming-bagpipe-playing-Irish-bar-man pause
before turning the deadbolt Clunk
she lays
across a bus stop bench looking up at the stars
with her head on your lap
taking the last drag of your Monday morning smoke
monologuing her sad-go-round life
your head tiptoes cold 43rd street box car
clam chowder
scrambled eggs
toast
and burnt bacon strips
overpriced fluffy merry-go-round cheese cake
with a slim fork
waiter with his.....................god bless! smile
...................and the frogs that came falling out of
the sky in one ribbitting apocalyptic
poop