Steve Dalachinsky

 

DALACHINSKY CORSO POEM
                      the blood hustle (more than a lb. of flesh)

                                                 - for gregory corso @ perazzo funeral home

nice suit, gregory
simple    deep    rich brown    velveteen
your not-so-pale skin
not as tight as I expected
not as artificially seamless
though certainly
not        you

your closed eyes
a cloudy mirror of repose
thoughtful lips
loose
&
relaxed
you stink of flowers
not
really         you
a fat
rosiness     in what should be
the hollows of your
cheeks
quite round & rosy
no cracks
but not really     you

your vows of brutal beauty
though   not    broken
have been      somewhat colored
by the undertaker
& your once scarring caresses
softened
by your not-quite cold, impenitent
flesh...

                                         the obligatory pony ride

(passing your life around the room year by year/a series of photos/for a soon to be book )

nyc    1/24-25/01

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