Three Poems
AUGUST 4, 1969 // Dear Editor: This is the Zodiac speaking in answer to your asking for more DEETAIL about the good times i have had in the vallejo area, i shall be veryy happy to specify the rolly polly deets of my last FRY night at CIRO’S the slutty pick up bar cocaine den where the Brockton strangler and his family go for their weekly alcoholic rage banquets — On the 2nd of DECEMBER I raged war with several patrons over their immoral ingestitude my pontification was met with laughter then policy revisionism1 I am now in control of less things ingestitude all-attitude down it like fawn to stream a hostile capsule from an overflow ing corruption round on me while I pen fake experiences on stall wall: your wife did a bump in the bathroom then bloomed wrist watches left behind but the ATM slits your throat lift a pharmacy fingerprint 1I AM SO SICK OF YOUR WHORE LEGACY, FUCK YOU AND FUCK EVERYONE IN THIS BAR //oh, and after your HEY-EVERYONE-IN-THE-BAR-DO-I-HAVE-YOUR-ATTENTION rage about what a piece of slut trash I am, the bartender approached to tell us that you are banned from the bar. 1 WANT A TELEPHONE // I want a phone. I want life found in comfort narrative of some drunk gurlz favourite drunk song the Cat Stevens one the one she wants to dance with her drunk dad with at her wedding. I want a drunk job and a life. After birthday bullshit is over I want to get back to a normal life. I can;t write you all day! What I’m saying is: I need a normal life. I can’t type all day explaining my feelings To a piece of paper! 1,000 WORDS A DAY, EACH OF WHICH DIS PATCHES SOME SORT OF COMPLAINT OR DISSATISFACT ION OR DESIRE TO DIE. Motherfuck! Why do I feel so angry. Why do I feel so insane. I don’t understand. What is going on in my tinfoil head. THE GREETING CARD RIOTS I’m sorry to hear that I am feeling so THE NEW IDIOT THE SUN’S SICKO PACIFIER overwhelmed and raging and crazy and oven-owned QUIT EMASCULATING ME PEPSI COLA // This is the zodiac speakin g I would like very much if you would remove all PEPSI brand products from all gas stations in the STEELES and YONGE area as I find it endorses the molestation of nutrition and overall childhood stunt additives and is no different in colour from gasoline and we all know how gasoline reacts to the human touch imagine if we had no ability to discern the two liquids the ultimate taste test do you think the soccer mums would be able to get to the field in time on Pepsi fumes? I donot work for the Mountain Dew corporation or Minute Maid or Five Alive but I would like to see those way up north Toronto families have one less addictive in their culinary fate you fascist wads of hate
