Monday, November 18, 2013

see red


I'm tasting blood in my mouth
 O negative and O positive
New York City does

 look like 1970 today

steamed black and wet
 under red string lights
pennies to Heaven
 in the bar’s mirrored ceiling
I’m hungry but drinking
 I’m sorry but sneaking
I shouldn’t be here
 in 1970
no one should be here
 my sissy so soft
burning it down
 trickle of deep trees
black redwoods
 red red woods
but black

 thank God you went home
I know our blue angel
 was seeing red too
right before he died

we’re all looking for that
 that True Black Meat
sometimes it is
 just truly tasteless