THE SON OF DELMORE SWARTZ
Lou Read is
peeling of the wall
Coming unstuck
mic and all.
Postered to
give me strength
Life size
trans my great.
A blue mask
philosopher poet
The son of
Delmore Swartz,
You are who
you want to be
The King of New
York City.
The father killed
the son, a fabled
Pit and pendulum,
Andy’s chest
Was in his
heart the Raven had
Blood on his
claws never never-
All this came down in one swoop
Like a great American wave. An Eco
Warrior brave,
they’ll shit in
The river
you know.
Like a tai-chi
grace later a perfect
Day’s
embrace. Lou’s so easy he
Is not gone
his memory is a re-in
Car-nation,
rock’n’roll song.
Like a
graceful tai-
chi posture
ill end this verse
in haiku
leather lustre
Stick him
back up to radiance.
Sweet Jane
and Sally can dance.
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