Jazz begun in
whorehouses
and I kind of wish that this
(Ernie Small’s Big Band Concert at “Cub Rumors”)
was a whorehouse
because I wouldn’t mind
buying one of these
angelic little lobotomized Christ-cadets
for an evening
to take home and crucify
with ropes instead of nails
in my bedroom
perhaps that would help them
feel closer to their
dead husband
the carpenter
and I could get my kicks
to boot!
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Monday, November 2, 1998
The Swing Dance Craze Part 3 (This Pen is Possessed by the Devil!)
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