never
been in a movie
well,
except for the documentary
they
made about me
and
my poetry
called
litanies
of a lifetime loser
they
tried to turn it
into
a hollywood movie
entice
al pacino
that
i was gritty
he
turned it down
on
account he thought
i
was a poser
and
not a true artist
lifetime
movies was willing
to
make it
as
long as they could
change
the ending
instead
of ending up
in
a garbage dump
i
would wind up
in
jazz heaven
just
like they wanted to do
with
woody
in
stardust memories
they
don’t realize
i
don’t recognize
my
poems
when
i go back and read them
written
on the fly
writing
all the time
moving
on
i’m
not trying to remember
i’m
trying to forget
the
reason for every
cigarette
hit
every
alcohol drip
and
everything else
i’ve
purposefully done
although
i’m not convinced
we
have enough control
to
do anything on purpose
liquid
is what i perceive
currents
caressing our consciousness
flowing
for no other reason
then
it was all set in motion
a
long time ago
by
whom or what
we
will never know
only
that it will not be eternal
and
sleazy is defined by
whatever
succubus
is
draining you dry
pocahontas
was not seduced
she
was taken
by
a history that has forsaken
a
faithful relation to the truth
because
nothing is true
just
molded into an image
that
is comfortable to behold
so
that all that is foretold
is
to the benefit of me
idols
may not be able to see
but
neither can god
because
he is spirit
and
does not possess eyes
limbs
or a mouth
yet
we try to quantify
to
make it real
like
when you put
your
hand on the hood
of
your car to feel
the
heat after it has been driven
but
the context of the heat
is
a perception
and
relative to your
experiences
of hot and cold
thought
most rely on
what
they have been told
by
proofreaders who determine
not
the definition
but
whether or not
the
spelling is correct
i
suspect nothing
like
standing in the rain
can
either be profane
to
be wet
or
the only moment
in
your day
that
was a pleasure
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