You Say I’m Your favorite drug?

You say I’m your favorite drug?

Then I will die with every dose,

So rush baby rush!

My illusions will never be more beautiful!

(c) Rob Goldstein, 1986

 

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Mr. Anguish

An
alliance
of exotic
oils
lulls me
to heat:
waxy,
pointillist,
and
drooping.
She rises
from
an erotic
tableau
of moldy
old
pornography
and begs
the gleam
In my eye
for mercy.

Mateo 2017

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A Flight of Ideas: Strange Days

I wanted 15 seconds of fame but Judy took us to a record store.

David and Louise came along and David was really something with his
face crawling.

The clerk kept staring at Louise so David buttoned his shirt.

I bought an old Doors album, handed the clerk a hundred and watched him
slowly count out the change.

I said thank you and stood by the door as polite as can be.

David was everywhere, breathing hard and sweating and his face all-crawling.

Then he opened his shirt in front of the clerk and smeared Louise all over his belly.

Judy says she’s never gonna bring David out again but she always says that
and she always does.

I wondered if this was Judy’s life with me as the central character but I have to keep such questions to myself.

I can go home when I am more facile with this process.

Image and Text (c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights reserved.

 

 

Fading Beauty

There’s a screen between us, opaque; it filters our lives.

What you see is who I want to be and what I see is what
I imagine.

Now, you are the romantic; a tragic figure fights for his
rights, an amusement for the upper class.

I dance on the table, flushed with shame, for this I will
win the crown.

I am little Miss America lost on her stroll down the aisle.

I’m your little darling who forgot to look harmless.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2016-2017

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