Literature
Sep11

Literature

“ . . . companionship . . . definition of literature . . .” i Jack Kerouac In memory of Patrick and Paul Let me reach for another book And another and another Let me climb that ladder That soars up high As I reach for another and another book Not any old book But books that speak to my soul And tell me I have traveled this road before you And as Thoreau said “If it is not a tragical life we live, then I know not what to call it” And...

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Tristessa
Sep03

Tristessa

Tristessa Black tresses Dirty dresses You mess-a Mucha lucha, Muchacha, señorita Esperanza Junk is a drag “It is a way of life.” i Just ask BOOL No gains, all loss (Not everyone as smart as old Harvard Lee, anthropologist) Junk is called junk because it is junk “They all looked like junk.” ii Hope is gone, Esperanza Replaced with junk Sickness Hopelessness Tristessa Junk is a drag Junkies are a drag Goodbye peachy coffee complexion...

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Of the Beautiful Alene Lee
Aug01

Of the Beautiful Alene Lee

It was Paradise Alley so long ago In the alphabet downtown east Lived a subterranean in clouds of strong dark tea By the name of Alene Lee San Fran or New York City Names, places changed but ‘tis the same Heavenly Lane and hipster games Pillow talk and pushcart walks Of the beautiful Alene Lee Of the beautiful Alene Lee He was young and drunk and jazzed She younger and cool and sweet High cheekbones and velvet slacks She was brown and...

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Fracas is a Bar
Jul27

Fracas is a Bar

Fracas is a bar I live not far Oh, the place is full of history Involving many a cop and car A big melee comes to memory About the night Of the smashing fist fight In the parking lot And not a little but a lot From near and yon two hundred folks Online zine screamed and spoke The place shut down With nary a frown But soon reopened Sharply spoken About hush-hush dollars And boy, folks hollered Things calmed down In the town But now new...

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Big Bill Bio
Jun22

Big Bill Bio

My brow furrows As I check out big, big book on Burroughs This bio is certainly thorough Old wild American Bill Lee Burroughs Miles and miles Pages and pages It will take ages and ages Bill a mad gray hombre of interest Put life to the testiest test An individual Who jumped through no hoops But walked a strange path of his own In an age of political tyranny Enslavement to government Regulations, restrictions, interference, taxes, and...

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Gangsters in the Cadillac
Jun12

Gangsters in the Cadillac

Big beautiful black 47 Cadillac limo to Chicago i Dreamboat in the fast American night Ball the jack all the whitewall way Zooming steady 110 Car thief 500 Speedometer breaks Coyote Nowhere Nebraska Iowa Angel of Terror Fender cracked . . . bender Rods gone “I can’t stand it any more, I can’t look.” Down on the floor of racing horrors Fears of crash Hid in backseat Chicaga Muddy heap Unrecognizable Broken boat Time to get out — fast...

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Shack on the Beach
May14

Shack on the Beach

Sold the house To escape isolated hell of suburbs i Old sour Manhattan ii Beckons no more Cupcake Manhattan No soul Now what? Interior decorated retirement Florida? iii All I want is a shack on the beach Peace And a sweet juicy peach To be a sort of sea beatnik iv Nay, “I am not a beatnik. I am a Catholic.” v i Johnson, Joyce. The Voice Is All: The Lonely Victory of Jack Kerouac. (New York: Penguin Books, 2012). ii Kerouac, Jack....

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Anita Sings in Black Hat and White Feathers
Apr15

Anita Sings in Black Hat and White Feathers

“They went into Anita O’Day’s club and there unpacked and played till nine o’clock in the morning.” i Singer’s singer nightingale Belle’s voice clearly sailed Scat scatting dress flounces Jazzy gal bouncy bounces Uptown rhythm Off the Beat Ahead of the beat Behind the beat Tapping feet Hip club cool heat Down Beat noted Belle totted Gene drummed Roy thumbed Horn taboo Improv cool Newport Jazz breezy money July day sweet as honey,...

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