John Thomas Menesini - 3 Poems

A Poem for Wm Burroughs



well

you can’t cum
like

you can’t write
&

coma sea
shall see
her sold shells
slur

blown bitter shots
& half swollen
cocks

horny over
Beethoven’s choral
joyode

angelic ascent
of golden burst

then scratch
ballskin
pinched between
two fingers

grey skies
look back
unafraid

slow-mo birdwing

tree branch
in the faint wind
blinks

eye lashes
that frame
the sky’s sclera

toothless ghosts
of 103rd & Broadway

benches worn smooth
by the eternal
waiting
junky ass

blank as a fart
as old man balls
like

the cat on the pier
in the shade


along
the Harlem River

who was nodding

napping



or dying


_____________



A Poem for Charlie Parker



Bird played his horn
for cows & man

his alto
broke cadence
evermore

blew that good
Chinese shit

new languages
wailed from the bell

demanding
troubled
sick

Charlie Parker
never chased no dragons

junk chased Charlie Parker
but could not keep pace

always moving forward
never stopping
until he collapsed

& died laughing


_____________


The Dissertation of a Central Park Schizophrenic



"all you guys
getting
wiped out
by
all your
technology

all your
cell phones

so long
Paul Newman

you
fucking
faggot"