Big Night On The Town
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.
you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
"what?" they say, "you got a
it's like I have sold out to
I read a book about John Dos Passos and according t …
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off inv
I took my girlfriend
to your last poetry reading,
she said "yes",
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
"you know," she said, "you were at
the bar so you didn't see
but I danced with this guy.
here comes the fishhead singing
here comes the baked potato in drag
here comes nothing to do all day long
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
was naked upon my bed
listening to an opera by one of the Italians
blackbirds on the telephone wire
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
—he's a dandy
—usually sucking on a cigar
I sit here on the 2nd floor
hunched over in yellow
first time my father overheard me listening to
this bit of music he asked me,
"what is it?"
I was fairly drunk when it
began and I took out my bottle and used it
along the way. I was reading a week or two after