Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Saturday, April 11, 2009
WORKING DREAM # 2
Plebeian pleasure
for the masochist
walking:
20 miles through 8 hours
of Key Food specials;
time to be?...not being.
Listening
for distraction:
"FIRE IN THE STOCK ROOM!"
possible?
with all the garbage bags?
"Anything in the window... in the store."
(Dear God,
I promise to believe in you
if you'd please break the window
tomorrow. If you're tied up,
could you please
send the Holy Ghost?)
No pressure--
--sell.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1968
Labels:
day to day grind,
Good Friday,
humping-it,
Passover
Friday, April 10, 2009
TRANSACTION/COPPING
followed the man
round
half lit
corner
(cymbals dancing
round his toes)
to do
business.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1969
round
half lit
corner
(cymbals dancing
round his toes)
to do
business.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1969
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
crash dive
bee hive
silver monkey
on my side.
bottle cap
inward map
ain't no use
in lookin back.
baby dead
queen red
all my thoughts
inside my head.
we went
and came
in the same motion.
was said to induce
desired response
and all that but (more
speeded into the ring
talked the hungry christians
to death/also
fiddled under nero's gown
with cute bow stroke.
wedding cake
on the lake
secret lies
inside the snake.
sting/zappo
(again)
this time
zappo/sting
this time
(again)
(again)
time this
time.
all roads lead to somewhere
rectally
said some roman
or other.
chords are best
put together silently
said a grecian urn.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1969
bee hive
silver monkey
on my side.
bottle cap
inward map
ain't no use
in lookin back.
baby dead
queen red
all my thoughts
inside my head.
we went
and came
in the same motion.
was said to induce
desired response
and all that but (more
speeded into the ring
talked the hungry christians
to death/also
fiddled under nero's gown
with cute bow stroke.
wedding cake
on the lake
secret lies
inside the snake.
sting/zappo
(again)
this time
zappo/sting
this time
(again)
(again)
time this
time.
all roads lead to somewhere
rectally
said some roman
or other.
chords are best
put together silently
said a grecian urn.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1969
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