Hypothetical Moments (in the Intellectual Life of Southern California) [studio composition]

Holyoke! The Bambi Biennale. 
Hypothetical moments in the 
intellectual life of Southern 
California.

All the faces interview themselves, 
breathing in rhythms just short of 
papoose.

Gordon masturbates Gordon. Her freckles 
dim.

Dada Carew. New punctual stew. Stripes 
raise a base's snare. Tahoe beware.

I, posture, take thee Edna, to be 
Nadine.

Don't you have to, with a wife? 
Not the picnickers. Not the sampan bagels, 
or the curves in the core of Capri. 
Perhaps one might in the great echoing 
cigar of responsive canals.

But if so, hypertension blends with 
bosoms so real. Tans on sides make 
waves in proportion to Tuaca, too.

Take stock, served only to deepen a chasm 
on haunches, puffed up by a queer wizard's 
health system.

Thunderstruck billows wipe away the 
heartsick gamelan. We gaze openly 
at the closure, becoming aghast 
genius.

It's serious, these legs of mantra, 
lisping as thumping dares. Why shrink 
back voluntarily when fat's so perplexing?

Thereby, thoroughbreds find the needy. 
Farouk coming! Cunning Farouk. 
Or . . . honk if you love honkies.

Reagan wastes aways. He butt-splices 
Haig to lather. To fade his pupils. 
That leaves that cataract stare.

Often machismo backfires, you see, creating 
an interracial halitosis which summons 
Hirohito.

Bastards bastards bastards. You might 
seem uncompromising but you've worn 
optimism out. Your toggery is baseness; 
your jewelry your joint. Underneath 
that jaunty high-hat lurks the gagged 
isolation of Poopsie.

Aftermath basket glimpses cliche. 
Sues aperture for breakfast.

All quaint poignancy aside, let's collect 
her wits and knock on Egypt's drip. 
Let's satisfy my need to say, "Say, 
she'd need my words.

Perhaps that was shy she spoiled Turin.
Pansy duty by the letter.
To take away.
To try to do today.





23 June 1981 Tassajara, California

Revised 22 Sept 81 Columbia, Missouri
& 13, 15 Oct 81 New York City