"The crazy sex
     the protestant has"

Jack Kerouac

suddenly it's this other lady
she's fightin th Devil
losing bad
he's spinning her around with his dead hand
which Priest burned off w/a blowtorch
off his own arm
th Priest I mean
he assured her it wuz alrite
only a present came
th hand, it spins her round & round

shit not again
not twice in one night

yes, it pushes her through some glass
her face disintergrates
it falls to rot a skull but
rolling eyes    yuck

waking up like this every night
choking on my own vomit
musta been that Polish hotdog
I ate at the Circle K in Kingman
mustabeen yeah a mistake
but I wuz hungry didn't want to stop
all these checkpoints an all
bt/th Jimi Hendrix, Mama Cass way
no, not that or it coulda been those movies
(shudder) anyway this
ugly place TV still hissing,
hot stale air musta been some sorta
fuck house there r mirrors everywhere can see
wut my asshole looks like
how interesting I offered this guy 50 dollars
for his wife he cld even watch sd
I didn't have th correct religious credentials
oh well, anyway so I wrote this song
wanna hear it? sure you do it goes like this:

there was a popess
a popess Joan
she wuz a popess
she lived in Rome
her fame as popess
has shurely grown

Joan, Joan a popess
she lived in Rome

popess Joan dressed like a man
she wuz an expert
at sleight of hand
but when she popped a baby
at th Cardinal's feet
they sang "Oh, popess Joan
u sure r sweet!"

yeah, I'm a hack, I guess, maybe sure why not
every inclination of man is a calling of God don't
tell th Calvinist police I sd this
or th internal security people,
but shit u can say anything in this country right?
jus don't be too public
don't question th existence of th state
keep th loyalty
keep th Old & Rich supplied in body parts
th spiritual user incurs no guilt for th excesses of th flesh
live th fantasy an obey th Council's commands
even taking over gambling in this lovely town
although th sweet flow of money never stops
just finds new channels of expression
th worn shabby carpets of th gaming halls still filled
with hope and desperation
only th payoff different
excretement, flesh, ejaculate, menses,
sweat & spittle of th tortured, droppings of th stylites,
th hypogetes, ommonsites
all burning in th desert sun
saccophores in stay-strong bags, carousing in th dumpsters
sreams an babblings of th erotomaniacs
castrafites waving thr rotted discards
yeah, th whole Jordan Passage

such a damn great country
I love th way th mountains disappear into th haze
maybe I cld try a cockroach
hear thr pretty good in bed
but who can believe Time magazine
last month they declared themselves a Saint
Saint Time FLies (an u r there)
right here at th scene of th cockroach fucking
all those legs an feelers waving around
all them squeaky little noises
like out at th fun house
w/th talking penises whose heads look like
Bert Parks or other famous people
Randy Newman, Elvis talking penis head
shakin that foreskin, yeah!
talkin cunts, great gaping clam mouths always havin th last word
funny thing how a human partner w/this union
doesn't ever make a sound
not like th people screaming outside or th air
conditioner blasting out stale fumes th city glowin
blue flames lika Hiroshima child's burning fingers
probably don't make a sound cause thr too frightened at first
but I hear th pleasure fantastic u go numb an silent
ya sometimes die they say that's why it happens to die
th Old & Rich need th hormones produced by both parties
but th ultimate trip man, why be in this scene
if ya can't go clean?
but remember this is a magazine talkin to yah an opinion
creator not a real person I personally prefer real people
like that guy's wife I write th songs these clam mouths sing
but no religious priviliges for this boy, shit!
hey, maybe I cld do a line of tee shirts
"I survived th cockroach dive!"
ever since that tanker truck fulla maggots
headin down I-15 outta Ogden flipped over an crashed
th Army closin off th Tropicana for three weeks
this town hasn't been much fun
all that fighting around Henderson
this hot damn air conditioner huffing like
having th stale mouth of an old dog rotting
teeth huffing & puffing hotbad dog breath
through th window

remember there wuz this lesbian we were friendly
I left her alone she sez I can sleep w/her if I'm cold
it wuz very cold she hadda trailer I wuz sleeping on
th ground but I started to go in but she hadda dog an old
smelly boxer she slept w/it smelled awful I cldn't
I cracked my bones on th frozen dawn besides her big Indian
lover wlda beatin me up if I did but now that smell, yeah
I'm livin innadead dog's mouth this town can't kool down
th preachers brought th holy virgin here she been now
bout to conceive I'm here for th big event, yeah I'm here
to make God's wages bt/th air is too much th puke
in my throat an th screaming an all
all that buzzin
it's th buzzin that's th worst of it
it just never stops!

Las Vegas, Nevada
4:35 am, May 19, 1987