stolen like the days

susie wake up
I hate it when you go to sleep
your pussy dry and denying me
know it means I don't turn you on today
I get so depressed little sue
all blonde and laughing
in your dreams
never knew a drive-in
might mean disappearance
is that southern california
for you? is that it, susie?

it wouldn't be so bad
white skinned dreamer
if you'd tell me why or
tell me anything—
instead she turns the car radio on
during the car chase scene
the alleys close us all off
the flesh sticks together
no slippery slides to immortality there

ah honey
shit, little susie
all you ever do
is suck the cock down
to keep the heat off
this is so american
it's frightening

it's like eating the young
or swallowing time
I feel the semen stolen like the days
I hear joni mitchell on the radio
I know clint eastwood won't find
his way back

Loosely based on a date I had with Alison Gaughan. I think the movie was "The French Connection", but it could've been a Dirty Harry movie. It doesn't matter. There were a number of Little Susie poems. I started writing them because Alison Gaughan would come over for group at Scarritt and stay very very late so she and I could be alone together after other people left. This led to that reference from the Everly Brothers, "Wake Up Little Susie," about the couple falling asleep in the balcony at the movie theatre and how it is going to ruin their reputations. Alison was very concerned that her boyfriend, later husband, Jack, not find out about me. He knew about the writers group, but I think he was convinced I wasn't macho enough for Alison. Maybe I wasn't.