I WILL BELIEVE I'M
GETTING SALVATION
The forlorn henchman, walking back from his own
apocalypse, knows. He is narrow in the shoulders
and fat in the face : a calypso Joe, or a man from
Thrace. I will believe I'm getting salvation when I've
lost all trace, no one knows me anymore, and the
light-shadow smokescreen eyes stare back at me
from forty-second street. All those bare ladies, all
that pornography. I learned long ago that when the
sex is stimulated is called pornographony, and is not
real. All the Brill Building songsmiths take bribes.
I will believe I'm getting salvation when I make a
million off your blood, when the Mississippi's finished
and the Grand Coulee Dam crumbles away :
a case of just plain, bad concrete.
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