I’m vegetarian unless angels are on the menu
Love Letter to Jim Brodey (by CAConrad)
Dear Jim
for
those whose
acid trips were a success
only twice
I’ve met men who
are high exactly
as they are sober
both became my lovers
both died one like
you died Jim he
played music too
loud at parties to
gather us into a
single frequency feel
healed for the length
of a song
nothing works forever
there was something in
the air that year Jim
and you put it there
a rapt center in
pivot looking
to face
love again
learning to
accept what’s offered
without guilt
to be reminded
of nothing
my favorite day not dragging
the dead around
they’re looking
for Lorca in the Valley
of the Fallen
Franco’s thugs would understand
”developing countries” means
getting them ready for
mining diamonds drilling oil
teaching them to make a
decent cup of coffee for
visiting executives
if I’m not going
to live like this
anymore I must will
every cell to
stand away
the History of Madness
725 pages is too much to
not be normal
scorn is very
motivating
I’m vegetarian unless
angels are on the
menu mouth watering
deep fried wings
shove greasy bones in
their trumpets
the cost of
scorn is
often unexpected
I see my fascist
neighbor from downstairs
”Did my boyfriend and
I make too much
noise last night?”
his glare the
YES that keeps
me smiling
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