Bikini Land 		(An Eclogue) 


Ghost: Either you are dosed with shameful experience
or you are embarrassed to have never
had any. 
Now you've chosen the dull life, abandoned even by Shame. So you're hostage 
to your greedy writing. whereas street Muffins like me harden 
into crust. We're caked,
& won't cannot speak of it. 

Debbie: Here is another thing-related thought: I AM
alive because U R dead. That
being the fact I needed
to clean up my fucking 'act'. 

Ghost: From my embedded love
of love---

flailing, cutting
I seized it with a passionate vividness, 
to the exclusion of all others...

Debbie: S--- called, spitting fury. 
She wanted to know why
I gave up. How long can a person wait?
Can't share the same body indefinitely! 
I thought it would kill me.
i see 'thingness' (e.g. S---'s hatred
of me) as being
death penetrates us. 
when we treat
as things. 


Ghost: caught
& Almost stabbed!  
Think of the humor: How the ass of S--- rises up to the sky
in rotation, on Bubba's Ferris Wheel...

((some marbles rolled around on the floor. 
I did die. hung off the edge
of crashed life. naturally, I didn't know
& stumbled around for years before figuring out why
no one talked with. or saw

me.)Utopia
is the abnormal sensitivity to a medium.
In writing, realized as moving, yet pressed sheets of linen of...


Debbie: notation, wishy-washy through the cold currents. 
So I sent a notice to S---. I told her why
She was crawling, I was knee-high, now I'm not
I'm sorry I guess, I am
sorry, except as a story or as a force.



(*) From a Robert Motherwell quote: An artist is an abnormal sensitivity to a medium. 



 
camille roy