I read last Saturday in the

redwoods outside of Santa Cruz

and I was about 3/4's finished

when I heard a long high scream

and a quite attractive

young girl came running toward me

long gown & divine eyes of fire

and she leaped up on the stage

and screamed: "I WANT YOU!

I WANT YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE

ME!"

I told her, "look, get the hell

away from me."

but she kept tearing at my

clothing and throwing herself

at me.

"where were you," I

asked her, "when I was living

on one candy bar a day and

sending short stories to the

Atlantic Monthly?"

she grabbed my balls and almost

twisted them off. her kisses

tasted like shitsoup.

2 women jumped up on the stage

and

carried her off into the

woods.

I could still hear her screams

as I began the next poem.

mabye, I thought, I should have

taken her on stage in front

of all those eyes.

but one can never be sure

whether it's good poetry or

bad acid.