I found this, taped to an East Village lamppost, in the 1980s. Words from an anonymous poet/crazy person. It's hand-written on the back of someone else's class notes, on lined three-ring paper.
TO CYANiDE.
I LiKE LACH. AND SINCE
HIS ANAL POGOSTICK
BOUNCES HIM AROUND,
WHEN HE FUCKS ME,
iTS BOUND TO ADD
MOMENTUM TO HIS THRUSTS
OF COURSE HE'LL HAVE TO
TiLT HiS HEAD BACK, SO
HIS NASAL CRUTCH WON'T
POKE MY FACE.
MOViE BLOND.
I also collect little bits ephemera - found bits of paper, lists etc.
ReplyDeleteI love this stuff. I wish I had saved more of it. It turns out a friend of mine who lives in the neighborhood I found this one in has a whole pile of this person's "work."
ReplyDeleteWOW! Brilliantly deranged. I wonder if it was written about "Lach" who was an anti-folk artist of the East Village during the late 1980s and into the 1990s.
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Jennifuh Leathuh
There actually is a Lach? I've tried to figure out who that might be. Tell me more!
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