Category Archives: Poetry

SOUTH OF MATZATLAN 1975

A drifter stand on Route 15 The Sonoran Desert
 All around Bobby BeBadd Hot Asphalt Under his feet
 The sun parching his Gringo skin Skag soothing his soul
 But Bobby wants
Water
 Shade
 A cold cerveza
 More Culiacan heroin
 And Mazatlan.
 A coastal city.
 THe magic of its name.
 Mazatlan.
 Old Aztec magic.
 Nahuatal for abundant […]

An Old Man’s Crime

Last summer My friend drove to Great Barrington. I told Michael to pull over into a derelict county fair grounds. Rusty no trespassing signs On sagging chain link fences. I shushed his fears of an arrest. “You are not involved.” His dog wanted to join me. I shook my head. “Sorry, girl.” A leap Over […]

Willow Weep Weather

The weeping willow withered with winter While waiting warm weather Wishing for the green leaves of Spring.

January 3, 1979 – Journal – East Village

Alice and I get drunk at CBGBs with Bill Yusk. At CBGBs. Where else? Alice was mad at me, because she had to wait at the door. Lisa Krystal wouldn’t let her in for free without me. Kim wasn’t waitressing either. “I don’t understand why they treat you like they do.” Alice thinks I’m nothing. […]

December 29, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

Disco was king on 1978 AM airwaves. Rock and roll came a distant second and punk barely scratched the airwaves. Everyone was into Disco. Donna Summer, a Dorchester native, struck platinum with MacArthur Park and Last Dance, Chic took over # 1 in December with Le Freak. The shout for Disco echoed across the country […]