once you needed to be blowing princes to publish worldwide your new song the morning of its creation, indeed when even before the second verse gets made. watched remains of the day last night (baby watched and i inadvertantly eavesdropped). i can remember burns' shock that momma had read the book. ("you read remains of the day" he expostulated.) momma gave me the book. i read it. it was alright. but i'd already been there done that. saw remains of the day at that movie theater down by the plaza. the audience laughed when he ironed the paper. i couldn't figure. we, in that theater, up there by sherman's statue, in the very vortex of paper ironing. our princes are out of their motherfucking minds and represenative democracy is an elaborate fiction. this is an old story. i can't figure why people still wanna be pretending its perpetuation. it's murderous and, worse, it's dull.
hymns they are monotonous, enconiums are tired/
when the whole world wants to fuck you girl and you feel so undesired.
in a row of slinky kittens she did preen upon the nile.
with her momma's egypt eyeline she's disaster with a smile.
this verse later maybe.
like the storm that she was named for she lies quietly awhile.
with her momma's pills and pearls she's disaster with a smile.
the first time i saw cindy she was standing at the door.
her shoes and stockings in her hand and her feet all over the floor.
apple's just your first word and a snake's just a reptile.
in her momma's mini-skirt she's disaster with a smile.
it's from a claiborne review of the old brew's. something like: "from the mini-skirted waitresses service is about what you'd expect. disaster with a smile."
//\//\ Koo read that story and smoked. the pale girl with the new bob fidgeted in the mirror. she was ready for koo to get interested again. koo had already worked the holes in her body big enough pretty hard so they was all sort of sore but she recognized in koo a good thing to be used as long as its inheritantly transitory character allowed. she was a smart whore could see a mary poppins.
koo smoked. he had had a lot more holes in his body than that whore had ever had. they had grown over a dark red on the flesh that had rarely seen sun. gun here. knife there. koo was thinking about songs.
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