kneel
----


begotten of a new hipster snap generation
they feed on that instant wash of praise
they feed 'cause words spray off fingers like nine millimeters
they caffeinate them'selves
they welcomed my pushed brow and       and  Angst
                                                                    ---------
with hands like Jesus





they're mixing new heroine a pura pure bred for the trips
they're new Kerouacs thumbing the cyber lowway
they and black eyes-   liner   pushed enough to the upper cheek
they're bored of their father's drugs
speak of sex 'like it was history
it was their first cigarette





they and their sunrise to sunrise
with sleepless electronic microphones
butcher bob dylan and his softcore puppies
'crophones bring new beat beat minds to the record books
they'll fit it in a black and white vinyl taken from an obscure rooftop
they'll then run'way to seattle to unpredict media faces
or east st.louis





they push rolling paper into virgin faces
and smile
they're bringing everything back travolta style
they're taking the comeback to the switchblade
and forgetting their ridalin
their calling themselves the chemical sisters
in the year of the bitch, wearing pink






they road    trip
they thesis 
they chemical       engine  ers
powered on 3 o'clock or was it thirty?
they city grey and brown
they mothered singularly
the unaborted
they under the blacklight
they potent fueled ready spawning youth so plastic and real
they test.

tube
never the class ics unless the victim 
like dickenson, 







they are.  they be. 
the first black mulatto golf baby
they the Real world
they hate real worlds
they packaged in thirty minutes 
hate halves...    hours
butcher they'selves for that golden medal spot
they wear only silver
their boogie boogie man came out of the closet
into crouched positions behind bushes
they enjoy it clad in leather








welcomed me in the nuyorican
welcomed in the toilet pool we chucked in
welcomed me into my own sex their first time
welcomed me into jack's bar on the southside 
or the Beehive in the corner
welcomed me x on the tips of their tongues
welcomed me "x" decades ago
welcomed me the new nothing religion throwing dull darts 
at the crucifix, with the new male mascara line
welcomed me in technicolor disco wideleg techno getup






they listened and i was sore
they the lovers unconditionalle
they the reckless reckless conversationalists, smoking all their
smaller addictions
their computers sang to me in square roots
put my twin baby on a dolly, rolled him in...
we talked for hours
they          put him back in the closet for spare parts
they the millennium face
they were born, they ingected original sin sin sin willingly
found that obscure bar in boston, cleveland
and practiced their papa's drinking      habits







they read poetry to the homeless souls
they read prose to animals in bed
they read Ginsberg to the hurri-caning east pointed mouths east
they read sleepless diaries to the powder of an empty pill
            bottle. like a echoing cave rocking night voices
they read hiroglyphics to the blind, joplin to the deaf...smirking
they read me hours of 0010110001010000101..
they read Howard Rourk to the skyline, the scilyne readit back
they reading, lips moved along, half to the oxygen the other
            to the nippled bottle sucking their mixtures





they kneel
to 
everything, noone.




unfinished
definitely inspired by Ginsberg, I hate him for it