I remember an August night in New Town
Chicago. I was between bars
shooting pool and getting drunk
A black Lincoln Continental
with a chrome handled spotlight
like cops used back then
stopped on Broadway at 2 AM
and a fat man called “hey”
through the passenger side
I walked into the street
and leaned on the open window
“You want a ride...
smoke some grass?”
I looked at the square rounded face
mustache prominent over the mouth
‘No thanks,” I said
feeling the cold of the night air for the first time
“I’m just going across the street”
“Its your funeral,” he said
and cruised on towards Belmont
Another old fag slurping from the trough
I muttered and walked into Kim’s
Two weeks later
I saw him on the front page of the Sun Times
Decomposed tortured bodies
of 26 blonde haired young men
buried beneath the home of
John Wayne Gacy.
Chicago. I was between bars
shooting pool and getting drunk
A black Lincoln Continental
with a chrome handled spotlight
like cops used back then
stopped on Broadway at 2 AM
and a fat man called “hey”
through the passenger side
I walked into the street
and leaned on the open window
“You want a ride...
smoke some grass?”
I looked at the square rounded face
mustache prominent over the mouth
‘No thanks,” I said
feeling the cold of the night air for the first time
“I’m just going across the street”
“Its your funeral,” he said
and cruised on towards Belmont
Another old fag slurping from the trough
I muttered and walked into Kim’s
Two weeks later
I saw him on the front page of the Sun Times
Decomposed tortured bodies
of 26 blonde haired young men
buried beneath the home of
John Wayne Gacy.
