295.

"democracy on the dancefloor"

andy warhol said it best
and it think it translates into the real world
beyond the glitz glamour of studio 54
beyond the factory
beyond edie and the lot

'dictatorship at the door,
democracy on the dancefloor'

it's like you know
you keep people at bay when you first meet them
you don't let them break thru any walls
don't let them see the true you
or touch your heart

but once they're thru those big brassy fat ass doors
once their past the velvet rope etc. etc.
you let them become a part of you
and what they think matters
and what you think matters

dictatorship first
democracy forever

294.

"pretentious sundays"

yes, i did go to the book store
and buy bukowski and burroughs
william s. type
to pretentiously pretent

even though i would love to have bought the twilight series
(not)
or the perez hilton book
(double not)

i'm way too pretentious for that mess
although chelsea handler's novela looks quite readable
and i do enjoy a chuck klosterman and/or
david sedaris essay on occasion

give me your faulkners
your vonneguts
your harper lees
i am pretentious and i want the world to know it

293.

"show me all the rules, girl"

been a long long while
but not too too much has happened
been real lonely
even though wicked lots of people are around

been wicked tired
even though real lots of sleep is happening

been here i guess
might as well why not where else to be

fuck
creative block

as in stuck
not as in the street of creativity

292.

"eat it"

eat eat eat my meat
as a snack
or a midday treat

eat eat eat my meat
for dessert
or for (something that rhymes with 'meat')

291.

"i heart"

the person who took this picture
and the place the person took it in
and the time i spent
with the person
in the place

290.

"gosh gosh where to begin"

new york was more than i ever thought new york was ever
thought
more


crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy times
where to begin
the start

car drive airport plane
raleigh new york jfk queens dim friends apt
home rest museum closed

drink drink drink drink
mr. black senor noir -- is this a place that used to be cool?
non

home thoughtful uninspired bored boring
really rebel? really chad jack?
sleep hangover

the search for andy warhol
chelsea hair of the dog rocking horse cafe
walk walk walk soho west village east village meatpacking district

washington square park is what??? CLOSED?!?
lame moving on around the city home
back to queens sleep sleep sleep after bbc

wake up chill long island dinner
orientals vs. asians
a broadway musical of sorts

gay gay gay
the eagle hairy beary scary make out party session
anger sad but ok in the end

HOME
(wish you had been there)
(glad you were with me)

289.

"when i go to new york city i'm bringing my toothbrush..."

and going to the original factory
and the dakota
to smell john lennon
and to mr. black
cause it's so chic
it's really bringing back old new york
and the spirit

of leigh bowery

do you remember him?
leigh, that is
nor do i
but i watched a docu-drama on the subject
and am quite interested
on the subject
in the subject
above the subject

ill also be seen in the park
which park?
all of them
especially washington
and
central
parks
be there
revolt

288.

"bucking the trend"

its a day for revolutions
changes
black presidents
white prostitutes
lesbians
and such

its a day for revolutions
changes
orange oprahs
salmon painted walls
'salmon' rushdie-d beach towels
and such

its a day for revolutions
changes
in temperature
in value (monetary or otherwise)
in life
and such

its a day for revolutions
changes

twohundredandeightyseven.

"not alone in this multi colored jackson pollock look-a-like world"

you look a lot like the guy who plays jackson pollock on the film screen

ed harris?

roger

roger harris?

no, roger you look like ed harris

is it because im bald

no, because you are sideways

is it because i like melanie griffith

yes, and prostitution

is it because i am square and gray and have a lot of awards

si si si, it is because of all of those reasons

and more?

and more

twohundredandeightysix.

"going back"

back back back to the palisades
back to mr. black
back to bushwick
back to amanda lepore
and cocaine and purple lights and bathrooms

back back back to old manhattan
back to fake ass bitches
back to rich ass bitches
back to fake rich ass bitches
and love and sadness and pain

going back

twohundredandeightyfive.

"thanks mom and dad."

thanks.

that's all.

but i mean it.