LA County Jail - Club Med Twin Towers

In the top bunk to my left, Romeo and Juanita coo love

story Two doors below me to my right - Richard A blond harlot,

Sad - Aging against the night Vain Desperate - Lonely - Frightened

And so very tragic in a world where tragic reinvents itself constantly.

He will seduce me with Ramen Noodles lovingly crafted with

bits and pieces of yesterdays menu by his Man Friday,

through Thursday David - A serious soul with a pony tail

and late stage AIDS He was busted for growing the pot he

needs to tolerate chemotherapy Thats his story His

stoic facade masks his rage a rage which I share just as

Saint Francis shared the pain of the stigmata Or You

when youre God - David may take his fury to the grave

sooner than anyone with heart can bare But if that should

occur, I will pick up his torch where he drops it He will

know that his life has meaning - It would be my honor my

privilege my duty And great fun for a New York City

street-kid-poor-hustler-thug-spirit warrior with a touch of

the holy mans bones in his pants Such is my virgin

mothers gift to David and to that super hot hung dude I

loved last night for 38 hours straight And on and on goes

the beat Over on the boardwalk - A beautiful young couple

so much in love pass by over and over again Princess will

give up on me before the night is through - Tom from

Alabama will invite me over for a chicken sandwich And

the beat will go on Over in the far right hand corner,

perched above the community latrines, cold water showers

and faulty-six-bucks-a-minute-you-gotta-call-collect-pay-

phones-even-though-most-folks-are-poor-but-justice-is-big-

business-freaky-mean-and-foul-and-we-dont-give-a-fuck-

because-we-have-no-soul-much-less-heart stands the

impenetrable glass and metal cage where a big, brawny,

handsome, black and mean son of a bitch lurks - Deputy

Love thats his name. Lost in a computer screen dream he

only lights up to pull the plug to the Giant TV screen

our punishment for being fags or inmates or freer than

he could ever be and the beat goes on and on and on.

09/07/2006

Posted on 09/08/2006
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