The Collected Poems of Lorenzo Thomas. Lorenzo Thomas

beautiful whore

      Make me grateful O Lord

      There is a time for everything

      Let alone getting high

      What. Here in beautiful California

      The surf remembers another form

      Of revolution. Nothing. But what

      Else do you want to remember

      Catherine or the note tacked up on the wall

      Where is Bethesda I am lost

      II

      Wait. What is astrology when people still fucking up

      Daily

      III

      And still it is helpful to be here

      Gifted. Solemn. Ridiculously macho

      This effeminate county. What

      Remains is to be bargained away

      For another souvenir medallion

      The truth

      So thank you Cathy we will get together and smoke dope

      Another evening. Maybe tomorrow

      And thanking lucky stars too

      Sending back reports from the seaside

      Sun Yat Sen’s final telegram

      Sorry, all that

      is CLASSIFIED

      We not too sure where you’ll be

      When worlds collide

      Sending back reports from the seaside

      IV

      Ooooh oooh. Nothing the magic in the air

      We call this aether. Magic and

      Science. Shut em down shut em down

      But all you want is another

      Beautiful whore. A good thing

      I am glad you are with me here

      And wherever I roam. My friends

      Thank you. And love for you

      In this place. I am glad the radioactivity

      Registers

      In my flesh there is the sound

      Beaming forth from the glass

      As she traces the ring of the bottle

      With her soft hands. Smiling