Thirty years ago today
On Thursday I worked at Sheridan College from 8:00 to 15:00. I went home to rehearse with Tom Smarda and Mike Martin for my November 1 gig at Crickets. Yehudah was supposed to show up but didn't. After rehearsal we all went to Mudds Cabaret where we had a few beers, but Tom didn't. I sang two songs I'd recently written and passed around the Alphabet Orgy group poem:
I offered my pineapple which was large and ugly
but she liked it masochist as she was embracing the cyclone
and I took it upon myself to stamp this sickly fruit out of sight
Erackshun of the small animal thing aught ollnn what's going on here?
Part ache of bread I'm getting so lost in that hair
Spanish and some Swiss heavy attitude
but you deserve to be lost as well
just fuckin' around with friends and youth
and parts of Joe's motorbike
The new carries the promise of the release from boredom
the permanence of possibility viewpoints of stone
and speak as well as the hills in winter
cold purity granite lettuce lattice let us letters
a prayer shawl made of words
wicked working words
the sword of tonguedom did wind it through my teeth
Stretch and pull but don't snap it
or it shall recoil and trim your lip
Oh well that's life they words words words
Don't say say "Dido, inflate the bread. Inflate the bread!"
Dick blurted the serious words that mumbled a festive passion
where we spirl our dreams with razor lines
drawn through deprivation
drawn down the damp reeking alleyway nights
staggering the hideous
Let Venus thrive and Mars beware
yong mella wooga della doo
long live the caterpillar regime!
I caught the streetcar home.
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