Chimes Street Journal

Chimes Street Journal III
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Queer Oblivion
Conjure Gone Bad
His Record
Gay Revelations
The Rod of Aaron
Runny Godhead
Equus Equinox
Without Words
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Queer Oblivion

“annihilation is complete”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

her loverboy lets her—
suck all his sins outta him
who can blame her?

he sends her down—
the primrose path and
sticks her full of needles

knowing him every day—
carries her down closer and
closer to oblivion

Conjure Gone Bad

“I have loved him”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

she's got the blues—
and they won’t go away
little boy blue come blow...

usually conjuration—
yields the fruit of some
kind of exquisite treasure

but miss lollipop be—
blue & full of pain tonight
her lover done left her

His Record

“She wears
a black bra”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

he’s got a long record—
4 arrests, 2 wives and his
father in sacramento prison

but she can’t complain—
even tho he wrecked her car
in a “total” three-car collision

she bailed him outta jail—
when he got arrested for
hit & run, still she loves him

Gay Revelations

“Let this be the poem”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

she accepted all these—
revelations as letters of
some divine alphabet

the letter “m” for—
mafia murder & her lover’s
miscellaneous mayhem

“m” for my oh my—
mulatto mandingo man
surely manhandles me bad

The Rod of Aaron

“the golden rod”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

the black prince of the—
spheres certainly reveals
the servant on her knees

it takes lots of k-y—
to write a book of poems
no end to glory-holing

the flash and spike—
rod of aaron, writhing

snake at pharaoh’s feet

Runny Godhead

“Delectable heat”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

boisterous badboy flesh—
ravishing in the chimes street
night, runny godheads

she doesn't waste time—
no hoity-toity crummy spiels
she drains the kid dry

delectable young meat—
devoured by her famished
queer grieving prissy lips

Equus Equinox

“O radix cordis mei”
—John Wieners,
“6/21/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

his male heart’s rose—
petulant pink prepucial
el perfecto petals of love

pealing it back—
his young cheesy equus

thoroughbred foreskin

his forehead pierced by—
phallic third eye godhead delta

boner bulging eyeball

Without Words

“How can I write”
—John Wieners,
“6/28/59,” The Journal
of John Wieners
707 Joy Street

how can she write about—
somewhere she's never been
like bashō’s japan?

how can she talk about—
a frog jumping in a pond
when she's a city-slicker?

without words—

or a chimes street boyfriend

what's the use of it?