falling slowly

I fell on the platform, the poet kept writing,

now the scar on my knee looks like Queens

Irish cream and shots of screaming lunatics

Queens Blvd/ Fortieth Street devirginize my drink

take it alone at age nineteen, never barfing what was given;

seven and I am gone into colorless vivid dream

constellations against black box theaters

are the dots on tourist subway maps

internet tubes are streaming, punks fashion thorns

and the poet's thought record is filed on bathroom stalls

organic virgins grown for strawberry picking pimps

the red flesh so sweet;

gentlemen with pens rip off the green privates

night is awake, be gone in the morning

nineteen twenty, Louis flush away my tears

put a penny in the slot and the pony moves-

inflation blow up, time lobotomize this town

let the sailor song be sung

my religion raped little boys, sweet hand-holding period of puberty

scrambled eggs of adolescence, Father sanctify me, hunger not satisfied;

eat apples of ripe men attracted to girls of porn

Santa Maria, madre de Dios call over the future mothers

subway noise passing, the 7 line coming

excited flowers popping up; how flattering

lunatics

drink

when given

dream

subway noise passing, the 7 line going

beauty excited to pop up beyond this rough skin

muses, wicked witches of eastern land, bless us tonight

stardust and broken stain glass fall over Sunnyside

fantasy exists behind the stand of tacos

but first practice with the Cubano your Mexican

laugh because Fidel lost his politics

Fox you’re Bush’s cat!; white chicas frame Morisot

the rest frame le impressionists on nails for protection;

ten knifes scratch and slice

dive those nails into his back, he is tired

make him soup and love him with your sex

forever and together

lies and bills need mending

work, die, breathe from the diaphragm, born again, now drink please

reincarnated by vibrations and philosophies of music

jungle-faced people

alone and in love survive

subway noise passing, the 7 line coming

the shops have rose tinted windows; go buy strawberries

dream alone at nineteen and do not barf colorless

when given seven shots, take it on Fortieth Street

drink it's vivid screams; we are gone to the blvd to see

lunatics devirginize Queens

subway noise passing, the 7 line going

vulgar to you; our lust is tinted love, look at us survive

keep writing; look, Queens likes the scar on my knee

but the poet will take credit for my fall

[still a working process for this one]