one year ago.
there was intent.
3am.
the beast comes out to play...
the cigarettes, the sex addiction, the anorexia, the debting...
the credit cards, the internet cruising, the loneliness, the despair...insomnia. misery loves company.
all the demons and fragments feed upon each other...
i formed a plan to get away...
this was my last chance --
i was going to wipe the beast from my mind body and spirit -- with a one - two - knock - out id take the beast out now weak and smug...
i would be clean from everything and the beast would not win...
everything you read, every movie you see is about a hero...
is about a person going for their dream...
this is our religion...finding your dream and making it happen...
on the outside the dream is fame - money - external things - cash and prizes but these were just a distraction...a distraction so nobody, not even my alcoholism, would know what the real game was -- what the real prize was...
the real prize was not to own things - collect things or put them under my jurisdiction.
the dream, the prize was to be free --
and thats always the prize...
to be from from the beast -- to be free of "it." to beat it....
have a clear head. a clean life....so it wouldn't have anything on me -- washed clean, ready for god to love me -- free from worry or doubt - that was my plan...
and slowly i began -- this entailed:
i ate when i didn't want to -- i stored my credit cards away, i cut my tabbacco consumption by 50%,
i no longer wanted to pump up my body - my ego - my cock or myself with things of this world...
i wanted to fix my soul...i wanted to go home - clean...
the way i came in...purified in the fire...of dignity of divinity.
i so desperately wanted to fix the hole in my heart that made me crave attention. made me want the things of this life constantly...the wanting - the wanting - and the never getting it right - there was no satisfaction. no humility for "god's" plan.
if i got something then my mind told me it was the wrong color - the wrong size, that i needed something else now - another person, apartment, another thing only to be discarded and this is what made me tired more than anything else...
i would rid myself of the voice that said all of those things, thrived on my doubts and fear of never being enough...
slowly and quietly i would remove all the toys that my dis-ease used against me...slowly but completely....
and this is what i set out to do...
but little did i know - the snake was recoiling only to strike - bite my ass and throw me around with a whiplash...
my body breaking down the toxins...the mental detoxes continued and my energy became like lightning...
all my energy went to my mental processes...to the needs of my soul...this evolved and aligned my energy but my body was breaking down in the process...could i with stand it ???
i like to think that i could -- but...many tests awaited...
tests of endurance and strength...tests of will - the will to continue and live in a world that gave me nothing to live for....
one side was being reborn and the other was dying and i was caught in the middle...
my soul grew warm.
my body cried in pain...
there was ecstasy and searing white hot pain...
there was my heart melting - there was a giant light around me turning to gold....
>>>>>>>
the pressure begins...
the owner of the building that i lived in for 18 years dies.
in the interim period of his dis-ease, descent and death the family ceases all business activity and fails to renew my expired lease...
repeated attempts to renew my lease fail. I begin to panic...
i occupy a rent stabilized apartment. by manhattan standards and current rental market prices my apartment would rent for around 1500.00 dollars...but i only pay 575.00 due to rent stabilization...
an apartment like mine, rent stabilized, two, three foot windows of southern exposure light, three rooms in the location of hells kitchen which is central to all of the city is a valuable commodity in the most expensive city in the world...
i try and try to contact the owners son to send me my new lease. he does not respond. there are rumors that the building is for sale. rumors that the new owners are going to harass the tenants to make them move at which point they could renovate the vacant apartments and charge a higher rents. the stakes are raised. this is very common in the city. as it stood i would have to prove that i had a lease. i was living in a vague idea of what my rights as a tenant were...my security was undermined. this is a central fear of all tenants in the city. the landlord wants you to move - to charge the next guy a higher rent.
in the intervening years of living under rent stabilization the rent in the city sky rockets 1000 per cent. but my income rises slowly. as it stood if i lost the space i was living in then i would not even be able to afford to move to an outer borough.
i'd have to leave manhattan...
deep within me a tension and fear began to swirl...and as you know when there is tension surely it wants release...an addict under the gun of fear...wants to run...
i would lose everything...could lose everything...
the thought of this generated such a fear within me that i broke out in a rash. hives covered my body but this was nothing compared to what came next...
without the safety zones you are exposed. without the chemicals of caffeine and nicotine things are magnified...
an addict under pressure will - "act out" that is to say - you will look for comfort even if it means picking up a chemical like alcohol or sex or going back into anorexia, to numb what you are experiencing...
the volume gets turned up higher...
something is wrong with my body...
i'am not sleeping at night.
and then at the place where i work as a bartender a bottle of "johnny black" is stolen from the bar...the owner begins a witch hunt to find the perpetrator...heads are gonna roll. someone is going to get canned...the screws tighten.
my home is a high pressure situation. my job was a high pressure situation. now it becomes a place of fear, back-stabbing and scheming...the other employees - the other bartenders know if iam the one that gets fired then four very lucrative bar shifts will be up for grabs...
one of the bartenders that i work with begins stealing money. she pockets the cash when she should ring up the sale. on occasion she pushes a twenty spot into my pocket also like hush money. the owners have spies that sit on the bar, trained to spot thieves...everything feels like it is about to come tumbling down...
iam headed for a breakdown i can tell...
no sleep. hives. i return to my anorexia and stop working out. i look gaunt and pale...i go to the emergency room for diarrhea...
my body refuses to hold any food...
iam under attack. my footholds of security are being taken away...
my two bases where i ground and support myself are shaking. i'am on shaky ground. iam under pressure. iam ready to crack...
my fortieth birthday approaches.
my goals and dreams are slipping away.
i have twenty years of photographs. i have twenty years of short stories. poems. artwork. all stored away that my time, effort and money helped create...the dream of earning a living from any of these ventures seems far away and eludes me.
the dreams of a young artist fresh and full of talent seem far away...
the material world values: power - financial power and youth and success...I'am losing my youth. i have failed to create financial power. i have failed to be recognized as a poet or writer or artist of note...
i have failed to find a partner in life...
Iam alone. it seeems to me that i have only grief, disappointments and a handful of scattered dull pain: shame begins to overtake me...
i'am far away.
i did my work. i was not lazy. people with less talent than myself got their chance. got a book deal. got paid.
got into the right gallery...
maybe my only chance now is that my poetry and art could be shown: post mortem...
if i knew that my lifes work could be deciphered or desimmentated or published or shown in my absence i would expire myself with the click of a gun...
right then and there...
i live because i want someone to know...to see what i have done...to give my "children" my artworks a chance to live in the world...but right now none of it - all the words and works would make sense to no one but myself...
it needed to be organized. edited. and then organized again.
the thought that my step mother sits on a family estate of over 25 million dollars begins to crush me...
she gives away money to evade the heavy taxes of the estate...
how easy it would be for her to write me a check. give me the money to upgrade my camera, computer and printer or have the free time to look for outlets to sell my photos. to garner representation. to make a switch into full time artist...
she does not call offering to help me...instead she sends me letters asking for money...letters asking that i donate to her favorite charities: one of which has my father's name on it.
the foundation gives money to fund underprivileged youths to go to college...
the focal point of her dissatisfaction with me ?
she won't give me money because i'am gay...
3am.
every night i awake. as if shaken by an unseen force.
i sit up and a flow of tingling buzzes through my legs and chest. wide awake. i pace back and forth in the tiny space. looking at the filing cabinets filled with artwork - poetry - photographs.
in the kitchen cockroaches crawl...then i turn on the lights. they are everywhere...i return to the edge of the bed.
I fall into despair...
cockroaches are in my bed. in a glass of water. crawling around the refrigerator. in my clothes...
i shake my head in disbelief...my life now has become a twilight zone of surreal regret and pain...
trapped.
i resolve to meditate my way through it. it cant last that long.
and then the clock strikes 7am and a jack-hammer goes off in the apartment next to mine...
the new owners are renovating the vacant apartment next to me.
sledgehammers shake the walls and a radio blares Spanish music and advertisements during the reprieves of the jack-hammering...
i'am being tested to my very core...
the pounding. the shaking. the opening of the walls. the cock roaches. the chain smoking. the insomnia. the anorexia. the sex addiction...all shows on my face...
i'am going downhill. fast. my mantra becomes:
"let go or be dragged..."
it's obvious that all hell is breaking loose in my conciousness...so typified by my outer reality...the bugs of my psyche are running in every direction...the walls of my foundation are being ripped open...
but there was more...
i begin to contemplate suicide.
every night around 3am. i awake from a dream. a dream of ghosts. ghosts having a grand time.
how i wish to join them...their world is a party. they have no cares.
my world is falling apart.
how i wish to escape to the other side and languish in their playful eternity...
every night i awake around 3am and one of the ghosts sits quietly on the side of my bed...kiel.
kiel has followed me from the haunted house of my dreams and makes his presence known...what he wants i can not say. he does not speak. he sits there. his presence is strong and does not fade.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
i get a phone call. it is my birth-mother. who by the way has been missing for more than 25 years...
she suddenly re-appears out of the blue.
"it's mommy."
i feel a heat in my head. a pain in my heart. and i itch everywhere.
"where have you been?" i inquire.
"nevermind..."
nevermind...that was the corker...
"now that your daddy's gone - i want to return to the family..."
thanks for sharing that.
my heart opens with rage and closes with resentment.
pause.
"no. a never mind is not gonna be good enough..." iam astounded and in awe at her audacity to return, now, as if no time elapsed.
to speak as if there were no consequences...but she does...
pause.
i wish to hear a tale of regret: of missing me. an apology. a confession. an explanation...a story of a catharsis or healing or redemption...finally i say...as an accusation...
"what do you want??"
"i have bad heart valves...or rather i did. i had open heart surgery. my doctor said that its hereditary...you should go to a doctor to get it checked out..."
"is that it?" i remark with no emotion what so ever...
i light a cigarette. my breathing is shallow.
"well - i thought id tell you that..."
the tip of the ice berg...here we go...
the cracking of the glacier of questions forming...
the match to the dynamite.
to the gasoline...the explosion...
the pause before it all blows up...
pause...
i await. in seconds i imagine what she could possibly say next:
i bow my head. my hand to my forehead...and consider:
she could say: "well - i'am a millionaire! or
i was kidnapped and held in an under ground government facility as a lab experiment...
i was abducted by aliens...
iam a big porn star....!!
i want to help you...
"jesus is coming!"
i want to repay all the years ive been gone.
i was in a cult that tortured me...
i worked for the CIA....
i wanted to explain why you've got the aura of a "witch..."
your the son of a king...
no.
she continues...
"i figured that after i left, you and your father would not get along...you looked so much like me, i mean...did you get disinherited??"
pause.
i inhale deeply.
"yes."
"well i think you should know...he wasn't your father..."
boom!
>>>>>>>>>>
"i'am gay..."
pause.
"i said I'am gay...and i'am a witch..."
pause.
"i'am an artist. i write poetry. i'am a bartender....i'am gay..."
"so are you talking to jesus?" she asks...
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> i think to myself...
are you talking to jesus...?
"yeah as a matter of fact - i just saw jesus on the a-train going downtown last night - he says "hi."
i light another cigarette.
pause.
"your <> father is a heart surgeon... he lives in DC. your actually jewish by the way...."
long pause...
click.
i hang up...
>>>>>>>>>
a poor man will give birth to a millionaire...
the christian man will give birth to a rebel...
the rich man will bring forth the artist
the hyper-masculine man will give birth to the faggot...
and now i know what iam ---
the love child of a doctor and a witch...
i'am a doctor and a witch.
I'am a doctor and a witch...
I'am a healer.
the road to becoming a sage is strewn with obstacles, burning hellfire, angels and pain...and letting go...the stormy road to god - paved with blood and wanting...sweat. cum and lust...denial and acceptance...
let go or be dragged...
let go and be dragged...
whomp- there it is!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
medicate the pain...
the desire to drink comes back to me after 20 years grace...
a bloody mary would be sooo good right now --
some valium would be nice...a few joints, a few razor blades. a bottle of jack daniels. a few guys on viagra...a hotel room at the chelsea hotel...
my sober plan?
get laid and chain smoke.
the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
halloween in manhattan.
the crucible has begun.
the gauntlet coming...
"what doesn't kill me will make me stronger..."
"what doesn't kill me will preserve my body only to stretch out the misery..."
I'am being carved up - the demons - vampires and vultures - circling around my body...
tearing the dis-eased meat from the bones...
but first the beast will make sure it has its way with me...once and for all so i never forget...
i command the forces of the universe to my corner...
lets go fucker...
stop tapping me -
stop trying to hit me
and hit me !
the lightning. the wind and the water all belong to me...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
news flash - hurricane katrina begins to rip apart new orleans...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
if the beast is godzilla - then iam mega-godzilla...
i open my mouth and fire scorches the land...i throw my hand to the right...a skyscraper tumbles...
citizens are scrambling....the villagers run and scream!!!
i wait for the counter punch...
whoosh --
the beast flies away...for now.
no doubt he will return with mothra...and titanasaurus...
there will be nothing left...
until then i would surely walk the tightrope between destruction and chaos...and creativity...
sex and death....
death and re-birth....
until then iam only happy when it rains...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
i gather my forces. regroup. the shock-waves to my psyche are now the battle call.
the battle cry.
one mother. one father. three sets of parents...
my birth mother:
italian. dark hair. dark eyes. full of astrology. full of jesus. full of judgments and confessions...
mysteries of the past. reappearing to rock my foundations...
my birth father:
medic. doctor. heart surgeon. absent. italian and jewish. lost. gone. somewhere. his eyes...
the eyes of a witch? an alien? a shaman?
most definitely the eyes of something "otherworldly..."
i was conceived in the isles of a pharmacy...among all the pills that would make the world feel better...
all the while my father looking at her with those eyes...
a question answered...where did you get those eyes??
>>>>>you have the eyes of an old soul...a priest,
a god, a healer, an alien, a movie star...
a teen idol....
an ascendant master??
the only thing i could ever count on in this life...someone would always comment on my eyes...my only guarantee:
if i needed to i could burn a hole right through someone's head with my gaze or hypnotize them at will...it was true power.
the colors change and go from liquid blue to ice green to a light light yellow...to that of a pharaoh. a prince. royalty. to the unwanted. the unloved. the criminal. the con artist. the magician. the child...the angel. the chosen.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
my step mother:
british. quiet. cool. grounded in the harsh realties. never sugar coating anything...life is about hard work and you have no right to complain...might makes right. everything has an order. on the money. precise. creative. complex.
my step father: abrasive. funny as hell. sparkling blue eyes. brilliant. a business genius...powerful. quiet. harsh. german.
obsessed with money. a millionaire several times over. unforgiving...suspicious.
my adopted parents...
the next door neighbors...mr and mrs. kramer.
mr. kramer: kind. patient. passive. in the garage. woodworking.
loving. let go and let god...accepting. caring. frail...
mrs. kramer: loved me like her own. we looked like son and mother. she is my first spiritual teacher. mixing telepathy, christianity and love...she has angels in her house. she loves me and she loves god...she probably knew i was gay. she believed in re-incarnation. she told me once that a still born child she had years ago - she always felt that it was me and that i belonged to her either way...confessed that she "took too many pills" one afternoon. she was afraid that she might have fallen in love with a friend - her girlfriend in college...
around her i felt at home...
she told wonderful stories. a writer and dreamer.
i wanted to be around her day and night. we prayed together.
her two abercrombie-esque twins ken and phil blonde and blue eyed likewise adopted my parents...we basically traded parents...
i was a child of the universe. i belonged to no one...
destined to wander and learn. to become all of them...
they all fought over me. the all taught me. they all protected me. they all loved me but none of them could own me...
i congealed into the spirit of a gypsy.
full of vengeance and compassion. knowledgeable of the lower and upper worlds...more than human but not quite a full fledged god...my intelligence was exponential...my body morphed. my spirit was cleansed and damned...
i was blessed and cursed and lucky to know them all...
each one powerful in their own way...
i took everything they gave me.
i could call forth each of them at will to help me. i draw on them all...they all live inside of me...in my heart.
my lifes work: to collect all the fragments and bind them with love...
a new breed...
sometimes your destiny chooses you...
and all of this on my head each day...and yet:
after the game the king and pawn go into the same box...
may god's will be done:
see me...
feel me...
touch me...
heal me...
my destiny was to heal the world or destroy it...
this i knew and the meantime i would try not to tease the humans who got in my way...
but i must confess i always kissed the boys and made them cry....
the beast would return to me and soon enough...
if you could win your battle with all your powers intact then you have done good and will fight another day...
if you can win your battle with all your weaknesses showing and your strength gone then surely no one or nothing will ever challenge you again....
i dared that i would be that free...
my mind grew strong...my body became weak...
this is what was god wanted because this is what happened...
the levies of my psyche rose...
the beast would be fooled by my appearance...worn old and dying as i was...
but all the while my spirit and mind prepared and grew strong...
i was ready.
halloween
3am
i awake and begin popping herbal pills...
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rishi mushroom. fo-ti. sarsparilla, maca, cayenne, gotu-kola, ginko biloba, garlic, arginnine, amino acids, vit-c - e - a and the b's...yerba mate' and red clover...to clear away evil...
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none of this potent brew would go to strengthen my actual body. as i prayed over it i instructed the energies of these herbs and this tonic to go straight to my mind and spirit...
while my genitals shrank my nimbus glowed...true stares came to me on the street but only from the knowing:
and then there were gazes of love and compassion. this spun my head around and around. i was so invested in looking good and now that i didn't - in fact i looked quite the opposite people were kind and generous...the love began to melt me...
at first it hurt and stung...
i was a walking paradox...of frailty and power...i was burning alive and ashen gray...
my physical body once coveted and praised for the beauty it contained now oozing the pus and pain and dis-ease...i always held inside. now i could see it. i was manifesting all the deformities of my scars and pain.
i had the sunken face of a demon. the eyes of the alienated. glowing with rage. the skin of the weary. my muscles were wasting away...i was simply a bag of bones flying down the street...there was absolutely no water in my blood or veins...
and then a constant thirst. always a blinding thirst.
brittle - exposed and raw and numb all at once...
i could hear the demons howl with delight...hehehehehe--
"he has fallen!!...the golden child will soon expire..."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>if i had only my vague dreams and precise words to seduce you into believing all that which is true then i would not believe it myself...
but things had happened. things to point to and say: did you see that?
in my early twenties i bought my first video camera. hot to see what i looked like jerking off a load i positioned the camera at a tilted angle toward the bed. i put on a private show for myself. bending over like an amateur porn star: waving my cock around - trying to suck my own dick...falling to my knees pretending to get fucked by a gang of hot studs...it was quite a performance indeed. and then coming up to orgasm. standing on the bed. the drapes open and the window exposed...i cum. and lo and behold: lightning struck outside at the exact moment i came...caught on tape. it was unmistakable...
anger or wild lustful sex, a strong precise clarity about what i was feeling brought about instant changes in the weather...
rain. thunder. lightning. i'am lightning...
soon i would look for the weather to change. if i felt despair - a sudden downpour of rain...if i was angry; wind. when i was at peace: fog rolled in...
this was amazing.
the "masters" were showing me things...
the forces seemed to court me...and soon i arose to their challenge. i began to intentionally manipulate the weather...was directly connected to it...
unseen forces around me...of light and dark...
whispering. teaching. trying to help me. heal me. seduce me. perhaps even impregnate me. destroy me. create me.
renegade angels just below the fount of heaven deciding i belonged to them...i would become their masterpiece: the masterpiece of angels...
in the meantime: the demons on the otherhand realized my rage and lust...my ability to devour men. to hear the winds and command the thunder...to destroy as quickly as i created...
to seduce you into sensuality and reticence...
and still i gave my allegiance to no one...
i only asked that i be approached with respect...
they would all show me what was possible and then i would choose...but until then i was content in the school of the cosmos being led...usurping power and knowledge...
from all of them...
it seemed the weather favored me: and this told me that perhaps i was more "shaman" than anything else...
but still holding out to find my true spiritual brethren...
>>>>>>>>>>>
perhaps someday i will tell you about my experiences shortly before hurricane andrew wiped florida nearly off the coast in 1992.
after a brief visit with gurumayi i awake to a searing back spasm...the entire right side of my body as if it had disappeared...internal movements causing my stomach to distend like that of a budda...
i lay in bed. was it a breakdown or breakthrough??
i lay in bed several months watching andrew devastate the land and people: feeling the swirling patterns of winds in my mind and spirit...
but for now that will have to wait...
lets continue our descent into hell...and keep your eyes on the prize...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
it's 3am - all hallos eve.
insomnia...
i cant get no sleep...
Iam totally jack-up on herbal speed...
on past halloweens i have dressed as "nature,"
an art dealer/vampire, a dead soldier, a zombie bride, the joker,
an angel of peace...
i sit on the edge of my bed. the bed of dreams and no sleep...
the bed of love and lust and wanting...the bed of ghosts.
should i stay or should i go now??
go downtown.
to the unending carnival of drunken spirits. hob-goblins, fraternity boys wanting their first homosexual experience...drag queens, fairies, moms, teachers, newscasters,
she-dominatrixes, the lonely, the discarnate, the stars, the lurkers...all prancing the streets of the west village wanting to see...in the grandest parade of costumes: the epi-center of the spiritual universe explodes...into the streets, all the spirits be they kind - worthy or loving will be in attendance...
i sit on the edge of my bed and close my eyes...i fall into a dream. the dream is simple: a desert landscape of white rocks and mountains. a grand dirt highway carved through the hills and piles of granite. jagged mountain rise above a day-lit sky: cloudless and foreboding. and then a giant white stallion. angry, running, majestic, powerful appears...followed by thousands of faceless men and women and children...they are throwing rocks at the awesome stag. some screaming in awe, their faces all gazing toward - running toward the powerful animal who is trying to escape...there is a frenzy of energy swirling...
a group of people head off the running, precise white god, he stops, slides and rises up on his hind legs kicking...and then cries. a perfect clear whinny from his throat pierces the heavens -- then there is silence and all movement stops as his front hooves hit the rubble...he snorts and takes one hoof and scratches it against the rocks and raises his head...
as if to charge...everyone waits.
and then an enormous spear from nowhere enters the stallion's side. he cries again. tries to run and then falls into a deep crevice below...as he is falling...
I awake with a cry -- "NO!"
this is so fucking, "not good" - i think to myself...
a canyon of despair rises up within me...
i've got to get out of here...
the stench of a dark omen circling around...
i tie a bandanna over my head. adorn my eyes with eye liner. fashion necklaces of gold around my neck. slide my torso into a white poets shirt unbuttoned...black pants and black boots...
i will be a pirate. a gay pirate. a pirate with a huge cock. a jolly roger' >>a beautiful rogue...
i step out into the night...the pavement damp. the sky crisp, the dream of the fine white stallion fading into the skyline of mist and screams...
happy halloween!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>the west village
i walk slowly trying to decide what kind of pirate to be:
swarthy and masculine. kinda fey and sly, dirty and crusty,
walk the plank...or shiver me timbers...
my body adjusts into a kinda handsome, shinning thief...with quiet steady eyes...the center of my torso teeming with power... my white, open shirt billows in the night...
i wander and disappear into the subway cars, into the blue endless streets of moonlight, the abandoned side streets.
the coolness of the pavement present upon my heels... as the noise of the city and its night light of black and orange glows ever brite downtown...
pulling me in and toward the parade of the unnatural...the un-dead, the unwanted...
as i roam i hear the music of "faithless'"
"insomnia"
the intro is perfect...
here the following lyrics...
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest,
I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress,
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,
And on the count of three I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the refrigerator,
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam,
When the light above my head went bam!
I can't sleep, something's all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there's no relief,
I'm wide awake in my kitchen,
It's dark and I'm lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creaky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can't get no sleep...
i'am filled with the night. i'am the night and its cool abiding darkness and promise. something will happen tonight.
this is a guarantee...something wild and unforgettable...will transpire to knock my ass further down the rabbit hole: down - down and down...
will it be weird sex? - true love? - rape or violence?
meeting the devil of my fears or the man of my dreams ?
i can not say...
all are possible tonight...
i wait quietly on a side street in the west village...
dazed.
leaning against the hood of a parked car...
soon rising to meet a climax not even i could have guessed at...
straggling Halloween revelers float by...gender fuck leather boys in make-up smoking, another pee-wee herman rides by, dancing purple dinosaurs, tinky winkies, an entire enchanted forest which i was impressed with...parades down the block and then disappears...and then perfect quiet.
i light a fag and then "she" appears...
she is waving her hand toward me, as if she recognized me and realizes we have a date..."there you are..."
i see a hobbling...ah, i see a crown, a blonde wig of curls, a turquoise dress with a white rabbit fur wrap...she's a ???
miss america?
an abused princess?
a rodeo drag-queen-clown??
i dunno.
she's 5 foot four tall.
"give me a cigarette honey..." she waves her tiny hand in my face...
i look quizzical and examine him puzzled...ah your a --?
"i'am the prom queen honey...."
i guffaw loud and sharp...
"oh - yes you are...ok. oh i get it...well your corwn is crooked and i see you've broken a heel...sweetheart - did the prom king or was it the football team who ruffed you up tonight??"
"neither..." she leans in while i spark my lighter to the cigarette now coated in orange lipstick...the flare of my bic highlights her mouth and eyes...our eyes meet...
I pause.
my mind scans the aura. the actual body. the eyes. the body posture to reveal...nothing. there are no clues to what he is - under there --- so for now he will have to remain the psychotic prom queen...shes up for anything...it's obvious --
hehehehee...the mind-fuck artist swells up inside me...
i keep her at a distance... yeah whatever...how was your night...?
"well..ah you can see..." she squints and inhales...and gives me the once over...her eyes seem to sparkle but only like that of
rhinestones....she adjusts her wig.
i laugh.
it's an evil mumbling, "i'am cooking up something real special for you" laugh...
she smiles this really fucked up - dried mouth - mommy orange lipstick smile and bats her eyes to the sky and giggles...
i laugh a loud pee-wee herman cackle and forward my torso and throw back my head...and then inhale whats left of my cigarette...and then flick it away...
"well...shall we?"
her eyes widen...i'll just let her think shes snagged her prey...
for now...
"oh - i'am quite parched. ah - do you care for a drink?? my treat..." she offers and then wraps her shoulders tight into her fur wrap and swishes her hips back and forth toward the bar door limping but chest forward...
"ok. lets go." i follow checking out his ass...ah maybe theres a possibility here...maybe hes a buffed east village stud under there...maybe hell fuck me with that dress on...let me wear the crown...suck my cock in the bathroom and coat my balls with lipstick...lick my ass while some weird-ass clown-vampire watches...who-yaaaa!
the disco music form the bar pulls us in...
the door opens. the smoke and sweat and heat from all the humans wafts into the sky...yes! we want to go inside there and see all the perverted fucked up things people are doing tonight...
"i follow you into helllll!" i scream and we disappear into the universe that is called: "the pieces bar..."
we work our way through the crowd. the place is wall to wall packed - i announce our arrival by waving one arm high into the air and dancing into the place...fuck yes. i'am having fun - everyone is acting out -- and away we go....!
down - down - down - into the pit of insanity...
we are pushed toward the bar from behind...it seems theres a riot at the door: two star wars storm troopers - a chewbacca and a princess leia are arguing with the door man...
an amazon freakish female warrior/wonder woman - catches the spotlight and waves a drink tray held by red-elbow length gloves above our heads and points the way as if to expose a tiny semi-circle stage...pushing through the standing room only audience wonder woman hits the stage and says:
"you may not be ready for this one - but here she is anyway!!"
just then - this blubbering whale of - a man ? a she-male?
a woman ? ah -- no identifiable race - could be mexican - phillipino - asian fusion, half black...kinda pin-head - freak-show of a human being stumbles and tumbles onto the stage...
her dress, caftan flies up...she is sweating...with fatty cheeks aglow...she raises her arm high -
"here I'am !!!"
the crowd screams...
the wonder woman emcee - pushes her out of the way...
and into the background and grabs the mic --
"not yet honey...tonight...the mother of all gong shows..."
the red glove points to a tiny red gong that appears from the ceiling and dips and stops: swinging like a noose next to the disco ball...
"TONIGHT -- contestant number one -- "the chinchilla from manilla" trying to win the grand prize of 55 american dollars to get her ah... "operation" for ah...? FOR WHAT honey?...."
the humanoid...eager to begin tries to respond and tries to grab the mic to speak...but the red glove pushes her out of the way...wonder woman pauses...and tilts her head - insult upon glorious insult...spills from her ruby lips...then she teases contestant number one by holding the mic close enough to speak but then pulls it away...
"nevermind dear...nobody cares anyway..."
"maestro - music please..." wonder woman perches the mic onto its stand and leaves...
"toot - toot - hey....... beep - beep! bad gurlzz!"
the caftan swirls. the beast dances and glides...the crowd goes absolutely fucking wild ---
everyone dances...and sways together...
"talking about baaad girls yeah!! - do you wanna get dooown??"
she spins and holds them...waves her arms. her chance in a lifetime...she is living it honey....
I'am sparkling with glee - i feel coated with fairie dust...
a drink appears from the prom queen who i had forgotten and i take it...nodding thanks...
and then turn my eyes back onto the circus dance. which resembles an elephant on two legs covered in fake Hawaiian plastic flowers...
the stage nearly caving in from her weight, the flabby under arms bouncing...the psychotic karaoke...the horsey mouth - the bloodless lips moving about - the ass sashaying...
the crowd begins to chant in unison...
"GONG - GONG - GONG.......!"
i feel a compassion and pity and identification with this poor creature that pulses my heart almost to tears...singing her heart out as she was...
all the dreams of love and acceptance in her eyes...and surely the crowd would never let her have it...
how vicious and delicious and cruel and ah -- new york...
i swear to god i almost peed my pants laughing and swearing to god to never forget this night...or this sight...
"GONG - GONG - GONG!"
now the crowd is getting mean.
"get off the stage fattie!"
"fuck off!"
peals of laughter...
people begin mooing like cows....
"COW/LADY ! COWLADY...!!! GO AWAY !!"
OMG!
I've never seen anything like this...
wonder woman appears -
the red gloves beats the gong - again and again and again and then with an incredible speed throws back two shots of, i guess it was bourbon...and then tries to push fattie right off the stage....
wonder woman pushes --- but cowlady pushes back...
wonder woman then goes right for the jugular...and pulls fatties top off....it's almost a riot of screams...
"lets see whatcha got there -- but cha are BLANCHE...ya arrre a cow---!"
the red glove swinging around the now untied halter top...
cow lady - sweaty and tired and exposed tries to regain her composure...and grab her top back...the red glove tosses it to the crowd..."there ay go..." and then cow lady shows herself to be - i think a pre-op transsexual with kinda fatty like swinging man-titties...the poor creature...floundering around...
"auk - your done! >>>>>ay didn't know we were going to have a DONKEY show tonight did ya ??"
with a strong push from behind...wonder woman ejects cow/fatty from the stage...she flies and hee-haws through the air...
"there she goes folks...side of beef anyone ?? NEEEEXT..."
GONG....
the room is spinning..i think i've been drugged. someone has slipped me a mickey...i'am going to pass out...
i taste my drink again - sure enough - it has the faint taste of Spanish fly ? valium? drano? GHB?
ah, i dunno but its taking effect...
a fight has broken out. its time to leave...before the bar is ripped into...well: pieces....smirk.
TA-TA...
i slip through the crowd easily toward the door...the sound of screams and glass breaking echo as i hit the street...
i look up...the moon is full.
