light a light for Charlie Starkweather and let
your little light shine shine shine
play bebop
buy styrofoam dice on 42nd street
eat sno-cones and read Lois Lane
Learn to do magic like me and we will drive to Princeton
in an old Ford with four retread skins and a loose manifold
that boils up the
graphite stink of freshcooked
exhaust we will do hexes with Budweiser pentagrams and
old
Diamond matchboxes
chew some Red Man and let the juice down your chin when
you spit
sprinkle sawdust on weird messes
buy some plastic puke at Atlantic City
throw away your tape player and gobble Baby Ruths
Go now. I think you are ready.
Harrison State Park '68
Stephen King
Published in 'Ubris', 1968
'All mental disorders are simply detective strategies
for handling difficult life situations.''
---Thomas Szasz
''And I feel like homemade shit.''
---Ed Sanders
- Can you do it ?
She asked shrewdly
From the grass where her nylon legs
in gartered splendor
made motions.
- Can you do it ?
Ah!
What do I say?
What are the cools?
Jimmy Dean?
Robert Mitchum?
Soupy Sales?
Modern Screen Romances is a tent on the grass
Over a dozen condoms in a quiet box
and the lady used to say
(before she passed away)
- If you can't be an athlete,
be an athletic supporter.
The moon is set.
A cloud scum has covered the stars.
A man with a gun has passed
this way
BUT -
we do not need your poets.
