as long as he lies perfectly still

In the spring I think of sex and means to end
summertime I like to sit upon the grass
autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
winter time I like to think about the past.
- The Soft Machine ( Volume 2)


- In summer 1979, the year Skylab fell, the queers of Rehoboth Beach speculated exactly where Skylab, as if it would survive its fall intact, would impact.
" It's headed straight for the Pentagon, honey."
" Oh, little Miss Amerika, when will you get your act together, girl?"
" The back yard of Paradise, on a Saturday afternoon, when they're all swigging vodka tonics and wrapping cucumbers in wet briefs."
" Right on Carter's goddamn head."
" Off the pier in Key West at the height of sunset, just as Henry's called a cop 'girlfriend' for the last time."
" Baby, this is some crazy grass. Hmm. It's gonna fall on that club in New York where Warhol and True Man Capott and them hang out. BLAM BABY BLAM! There goes some sorry ass excuses for ... well, hello sailor ..."
" Right on top of your roller skates, Herbert."

If I had an opinion, time and alcohol have worn it away. Memory's wall gets thinner.