Sleeping Beauty Rents
Snow White’s Crystal Bier:
“This could be an eternity,”
thinks Sleeping beauty, making the rounds
of clubs and bars
“This round of clubs and bars
Will endure an eternity.”
Sleeping Beauty sighs deeply
Into a cel-phone, entering a taxi.
With the amount of Beauty’s drinking
(The rounds of drinks that go
w/ the rounds of bars) Then there are the Beauty Drugs.
Keeping a large male Beauty asleep these days
not the easily pricked.
Finger on a spindle, “Poison apple,
Dearie,” trick that once
Could enthrall a Beauty to sleep. Now, a mass of costly
And possibly illegal analgesics, designer and other pharmaceuticals
Prime the Beauteous Sleeper into:
The Mystical Moment of Surrender:
The Life not Life – the waking that is Sleeping – Beauty is asleep,
i.e. a life asleep is capable of Beauty. A Beautiful life cannot be
A Waking life. Sleep, my Love, The Beauty Sleep of your life.
Why waken–sordid, soiled,
Catastrophic, in a Life that is
“Empty,” you said?
Empty of What:
The Kiss is the final Drug; let us call it
“DETOX” – As seen on T.V.!!!
It wakes you, no?
So, this Fairy Tale is good for a spin.
If we write out the Prince, and living happily ever after
In Snow White’s rented Glass Sepulchre.
April 26, 2005
After a Nap, Rip Van Winkle Finds a Basket of Erotes
The first question of course is: “After fifteen years
Do I need these little loves.” Of course not.
Nor, are they desireable. The attrition announces
Itself when old Rip can’t remember how the subject
Gets placed in the conversation. “How do I introduce
These charming if pesky Erotes to whomever
They would most profit me to know.”
Love, Love, Love
What a Beautiful thing during the Beauty
Years. But poor ole Rip is Sixty with a
Raging hard-on. How cute is that?
He tries to ignore it. The Erotes, however,
Are continually manipulating his already
“Febrile” member. Ignoring ‘it’ during the Day
Only leads to “In bed the tears run into your Ears.”
Rip feels sure, however
That he will take a chance, some-
How his hoary beard and old but long
And thick Dutch cock, will appeal
To a young, lonely, insecure
If I could see to
The end…would it be you
There – waiting for me?
Waiting days belong to another
Not to me. Vanity –
No. Beauty – but who
Knew? Well, Bye,
To all that! Now, to
Let it go with dignity.
Ha! Ha! Dignity! Fuck
That. A nasty old man, Me.
June 20, 2005