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Fucking

… for Janis A bedroom. North Philadelphia. 1972 Ouvrez-moi cette porte où je frappe en pleurant. Open this door where I knock weeping. … I I WILL COME TO YOU WITH A CANDLE BURNING light a stick of incense comb and braid your hair with […]

Revenge of the Rejected Ones

… By way of explanation before you read: Revenge of the Rejected Ones is part of Fucking, a poem I wrote for performance in the 1970s that I pretty much finished in 1976 and continued to perform in both Philadelphia and New York into the […]

from Fucking, Part 5

… V for Janis I’ve smoked a thousand cigarettes and watched you sleep. Your Raphael angel curls Your bee stung lips Dare I touch you where the sun hasn’t? Dare I say wake? There is the smell of pepper in your armpits, but not rank. […]

Fucking by Don Yorty, Barney, 1984

If it weren’t for Stephen Spera, I doubt I’d have gotten into Barney. I was very lax, and still am, about getting myself published. Stephen, on the other hand, was always looking for and aware of any opportunity. Here my words and his images do […]

Fucking

… … for John and Ruth A bedroom. North Philadelphia. 1972 Ouvrez-moi cette porte où je frappe en pleurant. —Apollinaire Open this door where I knock weeping. … I I will come to you with a candle burning light a stick of incense comb and […]

Fucking V: I’ve smoked a thousand cigarettes and watched you sleep

… Fucking for Janis V I’ve smoked a thousand cigarettes and watched you sleep. Your Raphael angel curls Your bee stung lips Dare I touch you where the sun hasn’t? Dare I say wake? There is the smell of pepper in your armpits but not […]

Fucking II, part I: My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight

… My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight. Shall we examine it and its environment? Dust is also in this shaft of sunlight in, out of it, on things as equally as the light on the mattress and my books the wine bottle and […]