I asked the wife to blow me
then get one of your girlfriends to do it
I don’t have any you bitch
she laughed bitterly
who do you think you are fooling?
I wondered how much she knew and
how she came to know it–
why would I have a girlfriend with you
I don’t know MISTER, you tell me.
I hated that MISTER
hated those black knee-high boots she
(they always meant trouble for me).
She stamped her foot and
threw her mane of auburn hair around
like a prima-donna racehorse in the gate
do not think you are getting away with anything
Mister! I can see right through you!
I asked the wife if she was comfortable
she said yes
as comfortable as I can be around you
what does that mean
figure it out yourself
you bitch, I should
I said I don’t know what
how about you should wise-up a little?
how about you should shut-up, a little?
don’t tell me “shut-up,” who do you
think I am, one of your bimbos?
my BIMBOS? Oh boy, you have really lost it!
yeah, you are gonzo, way out there…
and how about you? Do you think you are “normal”?
I never said I was
(whatever “normal” means)
it means not you
oh, it means you though, right?
more so than you.
do you know how idiotic you sound?
me? Oh brother! You are something!
people see through you from a mile away
and you don’t even know it!
what the hell you talking about?
wouldn’t you like to know?
yeah, I would
I bet you would
since my book was published
I feel as if I have grown
an inch or two,
added an additional foot to my
a darker shadow;
the future has more substance,
I want to hurry it
but I fear too
it will all end
and I will be on my back
in a hospital bed
in Marsailles or