LA County Jail - Club Med Twin Towers

In the top bunk to my left, Romeo and Juanita coo love

story – Two doors below me to my right - Richard – A blond harlot,

Sad - Aging against the night – Vain – Desperate - Lonely - Frightened

And so very tragic in a world where tragic reinvents itself constantly.

He will seduce me with Ramen Noodles lovingly crafted with

bits and pieces of yesterday’s menu by his Man Friday,

through Thursday – David - A serious soul with a pony tail

and late stage AIDS – He was busted for growing the pot he

needs to tolerate chemotherapy – That’s his story – His

stoic facade masks his rage – a rage which I share just as

Saint Francis shared the pain of the stigmata – Or You

when you’re God - David may take his fury to the grave

sooner than anyone with heart can bare – But if that should

occur, I will pick up his torch where he drops it – He will

know that his life has meaning - It would be my honor – my

privilege – my duty – And great fun for a New York City

street-kid-poor-hustler-thug-spirit warrior with a touch of

the holy man’s bones in his pants – Such is my virgin

mother’s gift to David and to that super hot hung dude I

loved last night for 38 hours straight – And on and on goes

the beat – Over on the boardwalk - A beautiful young couple

so much in love pass by over and over again – Princess will

give up on me before the night is through - Tom from

Alabama will invite me over for a chicken sandwich – And

the beat will go on – Over in the far right hand corner,

perched above the community latrines, cold water showers

and faulty-six-bucks-a-minute-you-gotta-call-collect-pay-

phones-even-though-most-folks-are-poor-but-justice-is-big-

business-freaky-mean-and-foul-and-we-don’t-give-a-fuck-

because-we-have-no-soul-much-less-heart stands the

impenetrable glass and metal cage where a big, brawny,

handsome, black and mean son of a bitch lurks - Deputy

Love – that’s his name. Lost in a computer screen dream– he

only lights up to pull the plug to the Giant TV screen –

our punishment for being fags – or inmates – or freer than

he could ever be – and the beat goes on and on and on.

09/07/2006

Posted on 09/08/2006
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