My Groupie

I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive young girl came running toward me long gown & divine eyes of fire and she leaped up on the stage and screamed: "I WANT YOU! I WANT YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!" I told her, "look, get the hell away from me." but she kept tearing at my clothing and throwing herself at me. "where were you," I asked her, "when I was living on one candy bar a day and sending short stories to the Atlantic Monthly?" she grabbed my balls and almost twisted them off. her kisses tasted like shitsoup. 2 women jumped up on the stage and carried her off into the woods. I could still hear her screams as I began the next poem. mabye, I thought, I should have taken her on stage in front of all those eyes. but one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid.