The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan (27 page)

I guess I’d fuck anyone

who thinks I’m

terrific!

Tho you never can

tell.

“All I really want to do is

have my back

rubbed.”

—Anne Waldman

I just remembered:

Add:
ENGLAND

Now we’re passing thru

NEW LONDON

Sailors are probably

fucking each other

here

right now.

“I’m laying there, & some

guy comes up &

hits me with

a Billy Club!”

—The fat guy across the aisle

just said

that.

Once, while a girl was giving me

a glorious blow-job behind a curtain,

my room-mate, across the room, was studying

CALCULUS
!

(Tony Powers was

the room-mate)

Once a girl & I got into an automobile

accident

in her car, so

we decided to fuck

(later)

Once I tried to fuck a little girl

8 years old, when I was also 8 years old,

but I don’t think I knew how.

I can’t quite

remember.

The long legs just got up

& got off

(New London)

Now I’ll read this queer sex book

some more.

It says,

“Jean Cocteau had no heart.”

That’s strange.

I think he probably did.

I probably have one, so

Cocteau probably had one.

Right?

Right.

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