in the bars along Avenue C...when did this become like a frat party. Andy Ras Vegas said about ten years ago...long island japs and jersey bitches crawling mugwumps over the barstools...my grey hair makes it fucked for me even to fuck the hip chicks who pretend to like ideas but dream of a financial analyst to come and swoop them away to the castle of their dreams...
it's a long way from the days of expression of being...many of the people I started the journey out with are dead and roam the globe as spectral ghosts...still, the urge to create still percolates strong within my spirit...I can't help myself...I love the flow of words and resonance of ideas...
in the car outside the 'qua train station drinking ice coffee with indian cigarette listening to hugh hamilton rapped on the injustices of the immigration system...it is a rightous wrap but sends me deeper into depression as no one in Westchester will get this information and it makes me feel that just more alone...
in the garden they read deep poetry...very deep indeed...I taped it for my cable access show, Videopoem, which no one watches...there's no sex on it nor violence or information about how to make money, the only thing that concerns people these days..certianly not bars as I make way in the bars...
1 comment:
oh poor you... tony soprano said...
debased gumption of his.
Apathos is weakening... caring is coming back strong...
ah... it's all because our mamas don't dance and our daddies don't rock and roll.
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