Steve Smart at La Tropicana

The purple-nailed, blacksuited,
mad-hatted, workbooted,
vodka-drinking, rollie-sucking,
McCartney-bashing, Lennon-hugging,
clanging, slanging, banging, whanging,
smoothfaced and making up for it
poems

Here’s Jack White*, with Satan still in front of him and without
the marimba

— Ain’t that a kick in the head?

Nah, it’s a bottle of vodka
Drown yourself

*From The White Stripes

(First published in The Word Is Out)

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