Jim Morrison: Getting drunk…you’re in complete control up to a point. It’s your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It’s like…I guess it’s the difference between suicide and slow capitulation…
Jerry Hopkins: What’s that mean?
Morrison: I don’t … view
I feed on air
My bones are made of stones
which speak a slow and quiet
I’m old and yet new-born,
fresh green as the new corn.
Pushing aside the ancient soil
from which I’m formed.
Birds cry … view
We are trying to remember the adage
bier auf wein or wein auf bier? Thing is,
we’ve already been pouring for a while.
Whatever headache is in the offing
is tomorrow’s, out beyond the circle
of lamplight, banished with work and
politics. … view
whatcha pullin’ me over fer?
Ya think yer Dirty Harry or sumpin?
Yer jus’ a dumb countie-mountie, an’ I ain’t
gonna stand on one foot fer ya. I ain’t
gonna put no finger on ma nose neither.
An’ I sure … view
“That’s a nice lighter,” Mark says. You hold it in your hand and you and Mark smile like it’s an orb. It is an orange and yellow Bic with a benevolent sun floating among pointy stars and a sleeping crescent moon. A portion of a circle with astrological … view
I didn’t clutch his arm as we walked
into the churchyard, though I’d let him
coax me from my books and place
a slip of paper on my tongue.
Perhaps he hoped the charm of lichened names,
the vertigo of tilted slabs would steer
I loved him
Right to my bones
(like that obsessive pair
in that French movie
I saw long ago)
Each other over the edge.
(Their sexual attraction electromagnetic
like animals … view
On Friday nights
I drink my tears
In a pink
A crowded feast
I brush past
A thousand dreamers
Drinking blood from chalices
Holding them up
To show off their size and shape
Their glossy feel
He said we need an honest talk:
His wife, my own mother,
for Christ’s sake, didn’t know it all.
For a man sadder than most,
my father knew his way around a joke.
He wanted me to know about the money—
The Walowitz … view