He's Very Musical

But at least I'm not a Catholic. (Or a Protestant). 

It's Gay Pride here in the Big Apple! I'm going to enter the kitchen now and whip up some sub-top-bottom J-lube freckled foreskin crisco pnp eight-inch ennui and sit back and watch the bathwater turning pink... in the widening gyre.

This poem is for Nathaniel Coleman, for whose grace and wisdom the world shall show scant appreciation, and by whom the poem's last line was clearly inspired.

ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT

— San Francisco Chronicle headline

June 26, 1942

Rommel is dead.

His army has joined the quicksand legions

of history where the battle is always

a metal echo saluting a rusty shadow.

His tanks are gone.

How's your ass?

-- Richard Brautigan

Running Scared