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(spoken word)

nicki slagg
was a magnificent animal
strong and sleek
and a bit like marlon brando
he played the guitar and drew and painted
and everything he touched turned beautiful
he was a bad lad though
just the kind of bastard you had to get to know
if you were a hot babe with a big libido
mary-go-slow
was a country gal from a very big island
said she'd never seen anything like him
take me nicki and drive your spike in
i want a taste of your liquid lightning
i wanna learn how to be a wild thing
just like you
do what i want to
when i want to
to who i want to
lets see who and really screw
you do me and i'll do you
you do one and i'll do two
you do three and i'll do more
let's do heroin let's do crack
let's go crazy and never look back

nicki slagg
was a pretty good teacher
she was all mummy daddy look at me
and he was glad to look at her
show her how to fill a canvass
and then watch her do it
let's cover the planet me and you let?s
open the bottle and drink it
mix up the paint and paint it
roll out the canvass and fill it
fuck everybody else it's
just me and you its
just me and you
mary-go-slow
was so goddamn beautiful
just about once every other week another catholic priest
would take one look at her and leave the church forever
what if the virgin mary in all her heavenly virginal glowing young motherly beauty
gave out a first rate blowjob to just about anybody that really wanted one
they say heroin keeps you young as long as you keep it fed
it's goin' without that makes you old, she said.

i'm a private investigator none of this is very true it's the best i could put together
but everybody was lying all of the time so i wouldn't believe any of it if i was you
i'm a private investigator my technique is to sit and listen i used to smoke a
cigarette that would give me something to do

did he hit her because she was too beautiful too good at it too bad at it too many
bodies ahead of him did he even know he was doing it when he was doing it of
course he fucking did

nicki slagg
is an old man now
fifty-four i think
look at my leg he says, it's all puffed out
he limps around the room
look at this book he says. she wrote it down
so i wouldn't forget. tuesday afternoon
or is it friday
seven long years of methadone rehabilitation shaken and stirred with the
occasional target of opportunity target of opportunity
too many of everything and nicki never could say no.
but mary-go-slow
he did her a favour in a way he kind of saved her the day she walked out on nicki
she walked out on everything else
now she's drug free with an arts degree
and she maybe even owes a bit of that to nicki
he used to tell her she could do anything -
between punches

she comes on tuesday or friday afternoon
she watches and listens
he waves his arms and limps around the room
his old paintings hang in the air like ghosts
like witnesses
the brushes are dry
he still wants to fuck me she said
i just don't want him to die

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