Ernest Hilbert with Sharon Mesmer at KGB Bar, Monday, October 19th, 7:30PM

by Ernie on 14/10/09 at 9:19 am

“Tinker, Tailor, Soldier . . . Poet?”
Ernest Hilbert reads with Sharon Mesmer
KGB Bar

85 E. 4th St. at Second Avenue, 2nd fl

New York, NY 10003
Telephone: 212-505-3360

Monday, October 19th, 7PM

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“Juan Valdez Has a Little Juan Valdez (i.e., Energy Cannon) in His Pants” by Sharon Mesmer

It’s a true dichotomy, hauling beans on a mule.
Beans take exactly the same amount of time to decompose
as road apples.
Juan Valdez, Java Man, you should be neither slandered nor lionized.
I shall personally make the wolf parade apologize.
Juan, let me take this opportunity to embrace,
as per the washing instructions on Camilla Parker-Bowles’ underpants,
the following idea:
Juan Valdez + love machine = bovine sex club.
Boy, you rocked me so hard I peed my pants.
You are so a varied artist!
And a deviant since Apr 23, 2004, 9:10 AM.
Only an orderly military type, not a gung-ho big Newt loose cannon,
would know the truth:
Juan × True Petra = Orpheus with TB.
Blessed be!
Let all hell break loose.
I did foolishly try to put loose grounds in my unit.
This didn’t work nearly as well as picking coffee as a young girl
with no pants on.
Pants were not yet acceptable for girls in those years.
At the Modesty School the uniform was white dress shoes,
and panties with burgundy slits.
No one said anything about pants.
We were deflowered week after week on Nassau Street.
But Voltaire’s theory of gravity showed us:
Juan + bovine sex club — Orpheus with TB = don’t get overconfident.
Can we start with how I feel without my pants?
And does it make me angry, sad, that Juan Valdez and his burro Ramone are not wearing pants?
Yes.