ANOTHER GODDESS POEM
Whatcha gonna do when honeybunny goes Flake-O?
As Senator Don Riegle Jr. of Michigan
Once said in a tape-recorded conversation with an aide:
"I--I--God, I feel such super love for you.
By the way, the newsletter should start arriving."
No anti-bodies for this disease, no sir.
No wuss this.
Healing wounds all times.
Just do the gig, okay Nancy?
The lesbian dressed biker-butch and I cruise the same
Women--too young for either of us--
Outside SF Coffee Co., the sun
On the coffee-stained sidewalk, face sides, school folding chairs.
Learn something why doncha?
"If I want your opinion, I'll beat it outta ya."
We laughed at that--in sickness, health. Vice inverse-o.
O, we can buy books from the happiness industry,
We can pay cash money for therapy,
We can really spend some time on what's really wrong with us...
We can grow into it:
The perfect mate.
Or what the hell, just visualize it. Nice try. Instead it's
I feel such super love for you I could buy you
A mirror, cheaper than a coffin.
You send me my stuff, through friends, in a bag.
I send you your stuff. Same bag, different friends.
On the sidewalk, on a folding chair custom designed
For a howling pain in the ass,
She sips coffee, reads another page of another book on
The One True Goddess.
Burps loud. Says "'Scuse me."
Sunday October 14, 1990 4:50 pm SFCC
Wednesday October 17, 1990 9:14 pm
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