Category Archives: Poetry

Walk Away Rene Don’t Run

From a peaceful resting place near the water Rene Ricard was a youth born to run Run to Boston in 1964 to be wild It was a good time to be young Walk Away Rene Don’t Run Down to New York Down to be someone Down with Warhol Down with the scene Walk Away Rene […]

Fire Fire Fire

It’s cold outside. 23F. Yesterday was even colder. 10F. I wish I had a fireplace. I dream of fires. Fires of any kind. They keep you warm in the cold. And afterward all that’s left is ashes in the winter wind.

Taylor Mead RIP

Freedom is the trick word of the century Let’s go to Capri this spring Out of Show-Business into a real love affair. It’s dangerous –– this world I don’t know whether it’s good or bad or sad. In my field I’m the best! And I don’t know what that field is ! ! ? ? […]

This Is Punk

Richard Hell “I decided I wanted out because it was killing me, and I couldn’t see where to go with it that wouldn’t be fatal.” I’m glad Richard Hell survived the years. THE TROUBLE If this were everything I wanted it to be It still wouldn’t be what I want it to be.

The Dearth of Wealth

No one in the USA will rebel until they surrender their dream of instant wealth. ‘Who wants to be a Millionaire’ is a lie. A million dollars after taxes lasts a poor man about three years, unless he throws away his telephone and stops talking to his family. The Lottery is a scam. Most of […]