babylon

There’s been a lot of prattling of late about wasting talent and intellect because I royally cocked up 2 semesters in a row and dropped out of summer school 4 credits from graduating college to work in a restaurant.

It’s not all that bad, though, really.

Brains get tired and need a break. I’ve been feigning adulthood a few hours a day in exchange for money and contributing to society or something.

I’ve also been lying under my fan reading Bukowski and thinking about starting writing and drawing and dancing again.

This morning I exploded into my brother’s room reciting this poem from scene 1 episode 6 of Mad Men (called “Babylon”) and then spent all day thinking about blogging it.

In this episode, Midge cajoles Don into going to a beatnik bar with her hippie friends by swearing to “wear a skirt and nothing else.”

Legs.

While Don and Midge’s defensive arty friend passive aggressively fight, a little cutie in ballet shoes recites this poem and then takes off her top upon request. I’m thinking of doing this poem in public, but with all of my clothes on. Enjoy.

a blonde, beatnik Lola

Last night
I dreamed
of making love to Fidel Castro
in a king sized bed at the Waldorf Astoria.
VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN, he roared as he vanquished
my dress.
Outside the window, Nikita Kruschev
watched us,
plucking
a chicken.

“Take off your top,” someone yelled, so she did.