I remember getting 100 copies
of CARAPACE
and losing most
in a Polish flood
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I remember Little Jerry (a charismatic kid
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I remember Little Jerry (a charismatic kid
and Park junkie)
ripping up the copy I gave him
then asking for another
two hours later
I last saw him in a transient apartment
shooting Mexican Mud with his son
his wife had left him
for a “queer” he said
as he passed the outfit to his boy
Peter, a young friend of mine,
was made to pan-handle on street corners
for Jerry’s dope money
not to be shunned
and homeless.
I remember Snake
a Paregoric user
opening a package of meat
wrapped in tin-foil
he had received from an old lady
He opened it proudly
on a green park bench
All waited to see what the fortunate man
had been gifted
The foil tore open
white maggots fell to the concrete
having festered
in the black meat.
Snake was stabbed to death
a few month later
in the car he had slept in
I knew who killed him.
(the killer died of an overdose two years later)
