Can we resolve the past - lurking jaws 
joint of Time - the base - [bad word] 
of age in a dry place - holes & caves 

The music was new black polished 
chrome & came over the summer 
like liquid night - the D.J.’s 
Took pills to stay awake & play 
for 7 days. 

The General’s son had a sister. 
They went down to see him. 
They went to the studio & someone 
knew him. Someone knew 
the T.V. Showman 

He came to our home room party & 
played records & when he left, 
in the hot noon sun, & walked 
to his car, we saw the Chooks 
had written F-U-C-K on his 
windshield. He wiped it off 
w/ a white rag &, smiling cooly, 
drove away. 

“He’s rich. Got a big car”. 

My friend drove an hour each day 
from the Mts. The bus gives 
you a hard-on w/books in your 
lap. We shot a bird at the 
black M.P. 

My gang will get you. Scenes 
of rape in the arroyo. Seductions 
in cars, abandoned buildings. 
Fights at the food stand. 
The dust. The Shoes 
Opened shirts & raised collars. 
Bright sculptured hair. 
Spades dance best, from the hip. 

Someone shot the bird on the 
afternoon dance show. They gave 
out free records to the best 
couple.

Always a playground [bad word]  
never a killer. Always a bridesmaid 
on the verge of fame, or over, 
he maneuvered 2 girls into his 
hotel room. One, a friend, 
and a newer stranger, vaguely 
Mexican or Puerto Rican.

Poor boy’s thighs & buttocks, scarred 
by a father’s belt. She’s trying 
to rise. Story of her boyfriend 
& teen-age stone death games. 
Handsome cat, dead in a car. [bad word] here 
I love you. 
Peace on earth 
Will you die for me 
eat me 
this way 
the end

- I’m surprised you could get it up. 
He whips her lightly, sardonically 
w/ belt. 
- Haven’t I been [bad word] enough? she asks.

The dark girl begins to bleed. 
It’s Catholic heaven. I have an 
ancient Indian [bad word] around 
my neck. My chest is hard 
& brown. Lying on stained & 
wretched sheets w/ a bleeding Virgin. 
We could plan a murder, or 
Start a religion.