REC ROOM

Jim at the gym
hanging from the rings
and brass knuckles
he sold me
at the pawn shop
putting on his Greek cap
after cruising the Aegean
fishing for a Havana
cigar of love
never losing any strokes
under the ocean liner
he being a porter
on the shuffle on board,
Jim,not caring
what men or women
think of him
after consumption
took hold of him at sea
wanting to be a stunt guy
or an actor of Ionescu
or in the theater
of the Rhinoceros
going to Mexico
to paint murals,
being a tour guide
in San Francisco
quoting Whitman
and Rousseau
with the peace
of his Christian science
in the piss
of the moment
picking up his clients
for a night cap.