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 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—
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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