By Michelangela
Date: 24 February 2001
Village Idiot
how have I been?
-that's a hard one, Mr. Jones
I've been riding the subway snapping bubblegum
staring at young punks until I make them uncomfortable
I've been popping uppers and downing Mountain Dew
to stay awake and wired
the fire needs tending
in the Village I've been befriending nobodies like me
in blues bars gay bars comparing scars screwing in cars
yes, the vodka makes it okay
baptism by fire
these are not dire circumstances
there are bombs for the roaches
and one good scam a week ensures that there will be bacon
in the skillet and Eskimo Pies in the freezer
so many suckers in this city
softness is their downfall
I call you sometimes
when you say your husky Hello
I pause and hang up
roll around in vain
trying to think you out of my head
you don't remember the September before last
when I dropped acid for the first time with you
you were my lesser god
I never saw the fraud in you
just the fracture
which I believed I could mend
last night rain pretended to clean us all
I inhaled it with my eyes closed
and ate my blueberry blintz
in the diner where we would discuss Spengler and the Monkees
chainsmoking Marlboro Reds and drinking black coffee
I'm better than I should be
blatant sinner that I am
I don't light candles anymore
don't go to confession
St. Patrick's doesn't miss me
they all knew I was lying
hey, here's a thought
is telepathy true? we'll soon find out...
in all honesty I've tried to worm myself back inside your apple
I need your core
some more pectin, please
I'm so sick of pears that are so far from ripe
I want to hop a freight train
to the nearest orchard
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