Trouble on Triton

Trouble on Triton —for Samuel R. Delany . “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 grass— helps to transform this journey into a helix a neat tight helix— of semi-precious stones from here to titan 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 stopped awhile on mars— by the pyramid ruins our journey moving jasper the password— throughout six worlds & worldlets translation: “help me” the hologram plate— gets cut in half & again same information by analogy— tralfamadorian time bejeweled facets shine bp, exxon, shell— big time racketeer barons crime big business good witch of the west— in her saucer overhead speeds toward titan town with this jewel i joined— the roguish fraternity doorways dialed open there was the kid hawk— get me outta here i said we got barefoot out nasty grimy kid— 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 showed him the jewels— he pawed thru them all knuckles and chewed fingernails they were worth plenty— ten times more than i ever hoped to get that night the kid said “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 and young hawk is game we walk towards times square past fifty-seventh— strolling down the new york streets down in the subway doors hiss, grey floor hums— dark patterns rushed the windows we lurched to a stop above us a light rain— a thousand sequined city rushing overhead the platform sign said— twelve towers station with its with its tall condos luxury towers— menacing the lower clouds we went straight up there sleek elevator— wrapped in its gold foil petals eighty stories zip hawk called me harvey— cadwaliter-erickson the tungsten magnate the party was swank— sarah palin was schmoozing for 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 said over his drink lumps of moonlight fell— like lozenges thru the palms arty the hawk smiled i sold him the jewels— some scarlet-banded tablets sixty-thousand bucks the helicopter— blackened the moon above crashed thru the ceiling we made our escape— hawk & me diving into the elevator infernal feet ran— the loud alarms were sounding the flames were roaring the lobby filled up— times square filled into the fray brawlers, drunks, addicts thieves, morphadine-heads— douchedroid hustlers, some old drunks then a brawl broke out we passed thru the guards— all of them had been paid off such precise finesse parted company— no blow-darts from passing cars no alley deathrays i reached the subway— got the fuck outta there fast nothing happened yet agate gave way to— malachite which turned into tourmaline, beryl then came 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 took over— the basic rule be careful imitate others topaz i whispered— trans-triton corporation i wore a nice suit toured the frozen cliffs— methane niagara falls honeymoon romance my hair black nappy— my new bride a droid princess cybernetic cunt played it deadpan some— iapetus lux for lunch bellona plaza lovers came & went— nonchalant mutant affairs i got used to it trianon hotel— android ambiguities humanoid failings grew my own young spocks— in vats of vulcan jizzjuice morphed badboy valets spent all my spare time— with au naturel androids nude 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 dick mine

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