circa 1970's
(for cait collins)

By John Dorsey


your hands  were clasped
in a  swaying way
that said   your body
was a   temple and
when death   came to
collect your   thoughts it
wasn't even   almost a
sweet release   on vinyl
disco dancing   under the
clouds to   1978 sunshine
state of   being cruising
the asbury  park el
train for  good vibrations
seldom found  in any
sort of  wall street
brett easton  ellis kinda
era you  were more
brett harte  than anything
else cuz  like that
ole'drunk   skunk bukowski
you knew   we were
living in   the badlands
and never   really cared
to look   back when
the sun  was in 
your
      eyes

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