was ju st the crime. The big protests were easy and lazy up
against Norm an Morrison and the Buddhist monks; I remember them, as a standard; suppose you really care; suppose the
truth o f it sits on your mind plain and bare; suppose you don’t
got no more lies between you and it; if a crime was big enough
and mean enough to hurt your heart you had to burn your
heart clean; I don’t remember being afraid to die; it just wasn’t
m y turn yet; it’s got your name on it, your turn, when it’s
right; you can see it writ in fire, private flames; and it calls, you
can hear it when you get up close; you see it and it’s yours.
There’s this Lovelace creature, they’re pissing on her or she’s
doing the pissing, you know how they have girls spread out in
the pictures outside the movies, one’s on her back and the
urine’s coming on her and the other’s standing, legs spread,
and she’s fingering her crotch and the urine’s coming from
her, as i f she’s ejaculating it, and the urine’s colored a bright
yellow as if someone poured yellow dye in it; and they’re
smiling; they’re both smiling; it’s girls touching each other, as
i f girls would do so, laughing, and she’s being peed on, one o f
them; and there’s her throat, thrown back, bared, he’s down
to the bottom, as far as he can go; i f he were bigger he’d be in
deeper; and she’s timid, shy, eager, laughing, grateful;
laughing and grateful; and moaning; you know, the porn
moan; nothing resembling human life; these stupid fake
noises, clown stuff, a sex circus o f sex clowns; he’s a freak, a
sinister freak; a monstrous asshole if not for how he subjugates
her, the smiling ninny down on her knees and after saying
thank you, as girls were born for, so they say. There’s this
Lovelace girl on the marquee; and even the junkies are
laughing, they think it’s so swell; and I think who is she,
w here’s she from, who hurt her, who hurt her to put her here;
because there’s a camera; because in all my life there never was
a camera and if there’s a camera there’s a plan; and if it’s here
it’s for money, like she’s some animal trained to do tricks;
when I see black men picking cotton on plantations I get that
somewhere there’s pain for them, I don’t have to see it, no one
has to show it to me for me to know it’s there; and when I see a
wom an under glass, I know the same, a sex animal trained for
sex tricks; and the camera’s ready; maybe M asta’s not in the
frame. Picking cotton’s good; you get strong; black and
strong; getting fucked in the throat’s good; you get fucked and
female; a double-female girl, with two vaginas, one on top.
M aybe her name’s Linda; hey, Linda. Cheri Tart ain’t Cheri
but maybe Linda’s Linda; how come all these assholes buy it,
as i f they ain’t looking at Lassie or Rin Tin Tin; it’s just, pardon
me, they’re dogs and she’s someone real; they’re H ollyw ood
stars too— she’s Tim es Square trash; there’s one o f them and
there’s so many thousands o f her you couldn’t tell them apart
