My colleague HW and I had only one epic night with Mr. Mead at the Bowery Poetry Club. During the course of this evening, he threw pieces of paper with his poetry written on it into the audience, and then afterward told us about how many pills he took while his shaky hands lightly held a glass of whisky. (We drank his floater after he left, holding the arm of his babysitter.) We had always planned to go back and watch the Taylor Mead Show again, but we didn’t move fast enough, because Mead passed away yesterday. While Googling him, I was surprised that so few of his poems are posted on the web. Below is the transcription of “Thing & Dirty”… although it may not be totally accurate, because I based it on this audio recording, in which Mead sounds, well, like he’s done too much Vicodin. (Also, NSFW!)
Rest in peace, little man.
A garden is a shithouse fooby (?)
A locker up your asshole, cutie
I love you, you prick ass baby
Shit on a ticket and knock her through your wicket
or kick it, yeah, babydoll
mother fuck cock, cock
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Musical interlude)
I want to lick his ass
asshole
(Musical interlude)
I’ll suck his nipples
around his nipples
under his arms
down his middle around his stomach
his bellybutton
the hair below it to the great thing between his legs
(musical interlude)
On top of it, soft, around
down, a chasm between the mountains point, flesh
round, deep into my throat
down, slowly, too far away
gag
“Take it bitch”
“I can’t breathe!”
“Take it! Swallow.”
Roll over on my stomach, the great thing dribbles down my back
(Musical interlude)
Gradually finds my buttocks and into them plunges
Slippery slip it
Gradually artistically lubricatingly
ecstatically slowly plunges into my hot whole lips
(musical interlude)
His hands surround my breasts
his lips and nape
his tongue licks thickly
my nape of neck
and hair
a charge suffuses me
(musical interlude)
throbbing
(musical interlude)
he grips tighter, warmer
his arm muscles flex out against the pressure
he puts on me
oh, and up, over
he throbs on me
for a time his arm slipped down around my middle
his buttocks working greatly
(musical interlude)
his hands on my cock and balls
(musical interlude)
up all over and squeeze
(musical interlude)
my stomach, my sides, ow!
(musical interlude)
still he goes
rolling around, down, away
we tie forever each other
oozingly, graciously, fleshly to eternity
(musical interlude)
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