Thirty years ago today
On Tuesday night as usual I hosted my Orgasmic Alphabet Orgy writers open stage in the Art Bar of the Gladstone Hotel. I’m not sure what happened but here is the Gumby Bible group poem for that night:
Spherical coins in fountains of burning Hydrogen, currency of the Realm, melting away.
Save your dollars, they can be used to stoke cooking fire. Fire that heats, fire that burns men with no Heart & no time to hear (Oo la la! Is that poetry too Real!)… & women with no Heart & no ears to hear, or mouths to sing, whisper, pray, scold or lie & twist in skin & air until it's no longer necessary, find a pocket of air to suck & suck until you are full of a vacuum of sound & shiny light. Inhale the Moon too... silver sliver crescent transferred from sky to ear & heaving Heart-drum.
Num_ism_at_ists all in a row, burning the objects of their sorrow, burning my skin with scorching airs while I eat the fire of your Head & scrape the charred cells from my tongue.
I shall keep the ashes from our fire on the mantlepiece of my Heart... I want to collapse, but I know if I go down there is no getting back up. Oh Baby, oh Baby, it’s a wild World!
Swingle the dingle-ball ooh wee ooh ah! Shadows on the carpet & oil spills, fire & war & war & fire; cold & cold & cold money burning a pocket in your hole.
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