HORSE SLAM
2024 — Marmor Bar, Berlin
Slam poetry set feat. a horse
[ I’m gunna slam some poetry for you in 5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1 ]
It’s not like anything explicitly terrible is happening directly to me but …
it is.
…
it is …
I mean …
It’s the vibes,
Really,
The vibes are off
And I feel sick.
I’m sick, I’m so sick (I’m sorry)
You’re sick, you make me sick (I’m sorry)
We’re sick, we’re all so sick (I’m sorry)
Well …
That night we ate corn dogs and pop tarts
I said I need to fart
So we hopped in the bath and laughed ‘cause it’s a jacuzzi I farted excuse me
Is that the typa shit you wanna hear?
That I farted? And then I rode his dick?
Oh gosh, you ARE sick!!!…
Well …
I already told him the tongue bitin’s the hardest
(hardest part of a spiral’s when we’re not screaming
WEEEEE!)
but I just don’t know no more no
more buttons to press but PANIC now I’m
manic in the back of the line at the pharmacy on Washington Ave.
That was back in New York near Central Park:
I said get out my way motherfucker I need to fart!
The hardest part in pretendin’s pretendin the bitin’ ain’t
bad or
sad, not
sad, but sorry, I said
Sir, SIR,
THAT’S A CRIME …
(and how I did that all the time …) (?!) …
Biting and biting and biting and biting …
And how I did THAT all the time?! …
Well,
at least nobody knew he was out of his mind
at least nobody knew he was out of his mind
(hit the hardest part of a spiral
and I find myself outside of mine)
(I think it’s my time)
(fuck!)
That was back in New York upstate by the chicken coop:
I said get out my way motherfucker I need to poop!
Well …
Hurricane came
But I Can’t Cum
Easysome coming so close so
Come Queasy he said
And
A good god gave me Man’s sugar
Sugar pop syrup sure he
Cane
Cane
can squeeze
Me
Quease-maker
Be my liquor
(Cabinet) (It went really well)
Sleazy yet wet well
WentWell
Wet Well
Wet Went Well
Wet
Wet
Well Went Well Went … (It did not go well)
Ants in my brain and who’s next and queen
ant’s in my brain center left (the last cathedral)
And underneath my bed and in my head I’m
out in the fields spread eagle like a lizard,
center left with a really wet tongue,
curse words
on the tip of it, and on the back of it, and off the back of it,
guess the queen ant did lay eggs there snail
trail of little white
larva, like lizards, and then winter.
Well then THAT damn near winter damn well knocked me back a few years.
(on the floor of the kitchen in a puddle of tears)
and do you think the neighbors heard me balling
or wailing,
or rotting, and if so,
do you think they’d even want to know? (...)
I gotta admit:
The tongue cutting scene was hard to watch
But it did make me think of you for a little bit
(Oh Gosh, I AM so sick!)
Crack under the back door to the crack den where I met him.
I said I crawl through (Baby crawl through)
I found you (Baby found you)
Man that wasn’t love those were hate tears
Drank like eight beers in the crack den back rooms
Big black couch with no back to the crack room
We do shrooms
‘Till the fog clears and that eighth beer got him eight
Years
TIME.
Is it really 8 am already?
I don’t remember me no more and I don’t think I’m gunna keep tryin’ …
But then you say best not be dyin’-nnnnnn
But how you said best not be dyin’-nnnnnn
And how my tongue stood still when you lost your mind.
And yours too
completely still
when I lost mine.