I asked her:

"What do you think of the new album?"

She goes:

"I am terrified"

I said

"What are you terrified of?"

She replies:

"Don't you understand?
He means it."

And I go:

"No, he doesn't mean it, it's art"

And guess what.
He fucking meant it.

I wish I were a Warhol silk screen
hanging on the wall. Or Little Joe
Or maybe Lou Reed. I'd love to be
all. All New York's broken hearts
and secrets would be mine. I'd put
you on a movie reel and that would
just be fine.

the poet in my ear
must have music to
blind his sense
before he can
come thru me
and push words out my fingers and mouth.