This Boy Needs A Nap 2.21.03

This boy needs a nap.
That's how I zone.
Get my sleep props up and
Be still like stone.
People you can reach me
By the telephone
But it's my recorded voice
As I sleep on and on.

Less poetry. More mania. To come. Tonight will last forever, in honor of John Karol. Even though his invite tugs me to the Upper East Side, where we often looked around and said, "who made these fucking people?" as we huddled in our jackets and scrounged for change for lunch.