ODE TO A SPARROW
(for April March)
You take flight when the rains are threatening. Scents are subtle, sugary, mischievous. Predators pass by, just to show off. There is teen music and sudden changes of season. Love takes hold. The sky exists. The merest thought fills a whole life.
FOUNTAINS OF GLEE
(for Annie Dorsen)
You’ve been hired to perform in a Broadway porn musical. There are solos, duos, threesomes and group scenes. Lust is a tune in F Major. Costumes are silly and scarce, skins shine lustrously. At one point the choreography is so hot that you switch gender. Music swells. Orgasms are backed up by the chorus. The public is on fire.
PORTRAIT OF THE STORM
(for Tony Conrad)
The storm purrs like a good old tractor. The storm is a folk dance. The storm is a junkyard for colors. The storm is either insane or high. The storm thinks he’s a bird. The storm sings in the shower. The storm is always late. The storm is a washing machine. The storm is a swirl of words. You let the storm in.
(for Jonathan Caouette)
It’s an establishment structured like a brain : introspective dormitories, mental workout facilities, forbidden rooms, self-conscious swimming pools, fashion or airport runways. A sort of brothel, but with ghosts instead of prostitutes. You’re searching for the steam room.