if it's genetic or hormonal or what, but they all need
to have the shit beat out of them. Some more frequently than others.
And if you don't do it, they'll find someone who will. Typically,
they seek out a Negro for this purpose.
Yet even with a gig like that, the Negro man still prefers his crack cocaine and Mac 10.
Go figure.
Afterwards, we went to her Uptown apartment,
where, under the influence of cheap wine and incense, she felt compelled
to recite from her own work exalting hypodermic droppers left in the gutter
amid condoms streaked with blood, DTs, holding cells, lithium, electro
convulsive therapy, and the military-industrial complex as prophesized by
President Eisenhower...
These are the fundamental elements of legitimate poetry, and she was a
tortured artist
from
the suburbs.
Then (and I should have seen this coming),
she offered me a marijuana cigarette.
And so, when she coaxed me to the roof of her "tenement flat,"
I felt compelled to push her off, because
"I am no dope fiend!"
