Just as I thought i had finished the daft and was editing the Barbecue
poem... yes, more lines appeared in my notebook ...
Critical and editing comments welcome (and when will this finish...
groan, this is hard work for little repayment)
MORE BBQ...
Late winter Wall Street steam up through manholes, ice melts on edges
warm in ice winter stock exchange trading, up and down wealth knows no cold
Down here; cold layers of hell
in spring rain drowns life in black volcanic mud
Prayers for sanity and energy; does any reply come
needing to pay rent; the force of money to live
live in a cave without food and wine is needed for life
bones and skin the colour of gold
bones elastic pliable gold
and gold mouth sucking skin
a mystery of being concealing gender
this a life force forbidden
by orders of a magistrate's court.
He was the most beautiful blond boy ready
to sell this beauty to all who would risk
a rock spider prison and he got thrown out
of every school; so uneducated he left
life holding hands on a long fall with another
boy; into hard harbour water; bodies
busted with shame.
Pass me that glass of rum. Intoxicated
and getting more. Heads cracked
in cut up prose tabloid media print.
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