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sTOP<br />
)'ou've never read Kathy Acker<br />
(In addition I'd like to know, though I<br />
don't mention it, the whereabouts of<br />
some three decades-plus of back child<br />
support, seeing as I am, myself, broke<br />
as Moses or whatever he said, and<br />
could sure as fuck use even some<br />
fraction thereof)<br />
Well o-kee so I lied ya caught me but I<br />
read a lot' a stuff in my Navy days stuck<br />
out on the battleship U.S.S. Virginia 6<br />
long months at a time I mean you got<br />
your smarts from somewheres I suppose<br />
YES - my mother!<br />
Well I bet you ain't read half the stuff I<br />
did stuff like Journey to the End of the<br />
Night by this French doctor Say-leen and<br />
mucho stuffo by Jack Ker-roo-ack whose<br />
name I mispronounced for a good year're<br />
more til a Lieutenant J.G. from<br />
Massachusetts set me straight and then<br />
old Thomas Wolfe and As I lay Dying<br />
and Sound and the Something-or-other<br />
by William Fawk-ner and aww hell I ain't<br />
got time to argue this shit out with you<br />
I'm dyin' boy have an ounce of sympathy<br />
why don't you by God show some<br />
appreciation for history that bullet is<br />
REAL fired off the <strong>University</strong> of Te xas li<br />
berry tower and it might be the ONLY<br />
true connection between us you' n me and<br />
do the math were you not born pretty<br />
much exactly nine months after the fa ct<br />
why how could I make such a thing up an<br />
ol' cowboy like me who may or may<br />
not've read a couple' a good books and I'd<br />
settle for pocket change at this point<br />
kiddo maybe a ride back to Santa Monica<br />
a good word fer chrissakes even<br />
PLEASE I think but don't say and<br />
then it smacks me like Moe Howard's<br />
hand across my too-thin superior lips<br />
that this has been MY dream, to see<br />
an old, dying man who claims to be<br />
my father show up one fantasy day,<br />
broke and much like this dried up<br />
husk of a John Doe (I still don't know<br />
his name) who sits beside me -it has<br />
been my wish to take satisfaction in<br />
the suffering of he who abandoned<br />
me (and my mother) before even my<br />
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