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
Tag: Lou Reed
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
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
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