painter friend bobby

I was living in this gay hotel,
he told me.
it was getting to me man.
I began fucking those guys.
I even fell in love with a drag queen.
well, the other morning I found a
dildo in the trash can and it was still
coated with vaseline. I just hadda get
out of Frisco so I flew down to San Diego.
I'm in this bar and I meet this blonde,
we drink for awhile and she says
she'll suck my cock (she sucks
so she won't get pregnant)
we go to her place and I found out there
are 3 guys in the front room. I ask her
who they are. and she says, oh, they
are my lovers. and I say, wait,
you mean to tell me you suck those 3
cocks too? she says yes and I get out of
there.
I got to do a painting for a lawyer, she
promised me $300 and when I finished she
said, I'll give you $50.
what the hell, I said, that doesn't even
cover the costs of paints and canvas, let
alone my soul.

$50, she says.

I ripped up the painting and
walked out.
now I don't know what to do man.
maybe I'll go back to
L.A.
and try my chances at
finding a job

where do you think I ought
to go?

Portland, I said.

Portland! he said, furious. Don't
fuck with my head! where'd you get
that tattoo? I could draw you up
a new tattoo,
"Poet's Row"
like you always wanted. but where's that hot
blonde you were with? the brunette? and
what the hell man, how'ya been?