As/Is







1.19.2012


Apparition Poems: #s 671, 623, 663 (Adam Fieled)


#671

Even as a little girl, she got beat down.
There was something wrong with her brains.
She couldn't relate to people. Cheltenham
guys noticed how adorably doll-like she was
(lookin real good, like Natalie Wood), but she
wouldn't date anyone. She died a mysterious
social drowning death. She got older and
became a Tennessee Williams heroine-as-Jewess.
I'm telling you this because I nailed her, dude.
I got her to give me a blowjob.

#623

O rabbi, she wants to tell him, I
can't get a buzz from talking about
my investments anymore. We're just
not doing good business, and my
joint holdings are making me nervous.
She's both kidding and not kidding.
The rabbi says, "we are Jews in a
Gentile world." Outside, a squirrel
gets run over on High School Road,
and a driver laughs.

#663

What he told them, apparently, is that
he wants to write a treatise about sexual
deviance in Cheltenham- he thinks the PTA
are all queer, and the superintendant is
a raging sodomite. It's a dinner party-
everyone laughs. They've even got
champagne. The problem is, one of the
men is a secret sodomite. If they'll just
excuse him, he's going to jerk off in
the bathroom. He's got the tissues ready,
for laugh-riots like this.