Selected Poems

Hermaphropoetics (work in progress)

from Solitary Workwoman

Part 3: Fire Clay
from The Joe 82 Creation Poems

Selections from
I am the Babe of Joseph Stalin's Daughter

Not Be Essence That Cannot Be



                  LESSON IN SONGMAKING, SONG OF KIM


                                   I

                           i live in Yorkville
                                i love Kim Novak. she says
                 the things that touch
             just right.   she & I should
                                         set up house-keeping 
                                    together.
                       At night we finger
                                         the keys
                                    a long time
                                                before we go in
                                         & make love.
                          We both think the same & she enjoys me,
                                  my name, the way I look 
                                         in my raincoat.  
                            My trenchcoat.   When I turn my back 
           the back of my head says the Jews cause unemployment.

                                     Kim Novak 
                                 agrees that pastry 
                                     is so good 
                               hot cup of tea & Slovak 
                                   bourbon to wash 
                                     the threats
                                         down.

               Hail Mary Full Of Grace Why Hide Thy Tender
                                   Fragile Face!



                                  II

                               I would go
                                  down
                              on Hong Kong
                                          to swing my ass 
                               near Kims.
               I stand in an elevator my mother is sleeping
     & doesn't know that I'm going up
                                     to the 9th floor
                          to see Kim
                                     Novak.
            Everytime she sees me she says, 'over here, Paul'
                            I look at her & say
                               you win, Kim.
                                            She makes little
              sexy sounds & we promise to use our heads
                               every second.
                                            Tonight we're going
                     to kill some guy named Harry & steal 
                                                 the
                                                     money.
                                       Kim says, 'the loot'
                           She wears the highest heels & is so
                                                          blonde
                                     I hope she doesn't
                                             break
                                                   my
                                                      heart.
                                         Tonight I waited for her
                                                         so
                                                            long.