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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

favorite flowers

anything for love
candy darling
you can keep your winning hand, she said
lou reed’s wild side
sucked in and on by warhol
then discarded like kleenex
tennessee williams and small craft warnings
all pancake white
eyeliner
red lipstick
fantasy ziegfeld
horse estrogen junky
almost dead
in the diplomat hotel
with cancer coming with your favorite flowers for a visit

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

send word to the family

i’m so fucking lost today
stepped off a curb in front of
one of those abominably clean running
silent cars

the suburban straight laced fella driving
seemed to mind

walked back into the grocery store
chasing after
forgotten items
three times

death has been calling for days
but i never pick up the phone

he didn’t have to tell me
he was coming

time to
send word to the family

and all i have left to discern
the next time life decides
we may briefly collide

is
what today
has done to your eyes

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

what a feeling (for lou)

for a time
i was an undertaker
who toiled into the night

mitigating death
keeping the unpleasant details
out of the loved one’s sight

in the years since
people still come to me
in times of grief

to help prepare them for what is to come
to be a guide when someone has died

but i am at a loss
as to what
the proper form of condolence is
when a rock god has gone to the sky

so here’s what i’m going to do

light a candle

get drunk
piss myself
and cry

listen to his songs
deep into the night

then wake up tomorrow morning

pick up my punk pen and guitar

and

fucking write
write
write

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

i’ve seen every movie that you’ve been in

that sumbitch
hated other musicians
wouldn’t attend the shows of his peers
spin a record
pop a tape
or slide in a cd
though he owned plenty
his naivete ignored the importance
of participating in the creation of a scene
oh and lou reed lou reed
velvety punk ass
he loathed him most of all
seething green eyed envy
would give way to screaming
as i danced toward deliberate oblivion
about a junkie
of questionable sexuality
being more new york
being more prolific
being more talented
being more of a poet
than he ever would be