hey steve i'm thinking about you in the sunshine acid library windowpane re-reading ginsberg
you who read 'the green automobile' aloud while i drove us down the dark to nowhere
this sunshine shattered day begs for your voice your yawp of yay-saying american alcoholic joy
'hey clunie let's get drunk' & off to northwest warehouse alleyways with quarts of bohemian beer
or up to rose garden park trails with bottle of gin & bottle of vermouth & jar of olives to mix martinis in our young bellies on the run
this day really wants a hit of your blotter acid brain steve sterling dead 16 years your joyful visions & your chinook sorrows
your stupid humor & the way i felt like kerouac to your cassidy
joy is not a constant.
you've been dead a long long time.
i'm probably not far behind.
good poem, Clunie. I still miss that guy, too. he was my buddy.
ReplyDeleteThanks--is this Nancy B?
DeleteNancy R. Hope you are well, my old friend. Life is good here, getting lots of writing done. Not getting paid for it but that's never a surprise.
DeleteSorry to be so obtuse, but I guess I know too many Nancys. (Knew, rather, as I hardly know anybody now that I've sobered up.) From the VG?
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