Trouble on Triton
—for Samuel R. Delany
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqiWCFiBV14&feature=related
“Lay ordinate and abscissa
on the century. Now cut me
a quadrant. Third quadrant
if you please. I was born in
‘fifty. Here it’s 2010”
—Samuel R. Delany,
Time Considered as a Helix
Of Semi-Precious Stones
a toke of some weed—
helps to transform this journey
into smooth helix
a neat tight helix—
of semi-precious stones
from here to triton
spring passes—
deep water horizon blows
the birds & fish scream
ah—speechless back then
disco inferno bad boyz
blazing saddles time
we shave our heads bald—
my brokeback mountain boyfriend
we start the journey
stop awhile on mars—
by the pyramid ruins
our journey moving
jasper's the password—
throughout six worlds & worldlets
translation: “fuck off”
the hologram plate—
it gets cut in half again
same information
by analogy—
tralfamadorian time
bejewels the facets
bp, exxon, shell—
big time racketeer barons
crime big business
good witch of the west—
in her saucer overhead
speeds toward triton town
with this jewel i join—
the roguish fraternity
doorways dial open
here comes the hawk kid—
get me outta here he sayz
we barefoot it out
cute skanky hustler—
dirty black denim jacket
no shirt beneath it
hair pale like split pine—
a ripe pair of black bluejeans
“what else ya got, huh?”
on the waterfront—
by the flashing black hudson
down by the dark piers
i show him the jewels—
he paws thru them all knuckles
with chewed fingernails
they are worth plenty—
ten times more than i ever
hope to get that night
the kid sayz “hey, not bad—
am going to a party
later on tonight”
hell’s kitchen at ten—
regina abolafia
at the tower top
citycorp singers—
tokyo leads with seven
alex spinnel’s there
the word is changing—
tonight & young hawk is game
we slink towards times square
past fifty-seventh—
strolling down dark new york streets
then down in subway
doors hiss, grey floor hums—
dark patterns rush the windows
we lurch to a stop
above us a light rain—
the thousand sequined city
rushing overhead
the platform sign sayz—
twelve towers station with its
looming tall condos
luxury towers—
menacing the lower clouds
we go straight up there
sleek elevator—
wrapping us in gold foil petals
eighty stories zip
hawk calls me harvey—
cadwaliter-erickson
the tungsten magnate
the party is swank—
sarah palin is schmoozing
the planet potus
many wealthy guests—
senators, gay debutantes
golden charisma creeps
texaco heiress—
some university profs
movie stars rich riff-raff
the new word’s "agate”—
hawk the scifaiku poet
sayz over his drink
lumps of moonlight fall—
like lozenges thru the palms
arty the hawk smiles
i sell him the jewels—
some scarlet-banded beauties
sixty-thousand bucks
the helicopter—
blackens the moon above
crashing thru the ceiling
we make our escape—
hawk & me diving into
the elevator
infernal feet run—
the cloud alarms are sounding
the flames are roaring
the lobby fills up—
times square flows into the fray
brawlers, drunks, addicts
thieves, morphadine-heads—
douchedroid hustlers, some old drunks
then a brawl breaks out
we pass thru the guards—
all of them have been paid off
with precise finesse
we part company—
no blow-darts from passing cars
no alley deathrays
i reach the subway—
get the fuck outta there fast
nothing happens yet
agate gives way to—
malachite which turns into
tourmaline, beryl
then comes porphyry—
sapphire, cinnabar, turquoise
and then tiger’s eye
my new nom de plume—
h. calhoun eisenhower
triton ice cream queen
neptune mafia—
middle-class underworld hood
carefully legit
garnet takes over—
the basic rule be careful
imitate others
topaz i whisper—
trans-triton corporation
i wear a nice suit
touring frozen cliffs—
methane niagara falls
honeymoon romance
slick albino stud—
my new bride a droid princess
cybernetic girl
playing the deadpan game—
iapetus lux for lunch
bellona plaza
lovers come & go—
nonchalant mutant affairs
you get used to it
trianon hotel—
android ambiguities
humanoid failings
young spock bodyguards—
vast vats of vulcan jizzjuice
morphed badboy valets
spending my spare time—
au naturel android boyz
pink dilated eyes
gemütlichkeit boyz—
retro-engineered just right
grotesque genitals
great tourist gimmick—
johnny eck the cute half-boy
other half all-dick
another disguise—
my next flight to bellona
back to planet earth
the marigold suite—
aboard the platinum swan
johnny eck’s big smile
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