POE 8 3 final score

"Tight pussy,loose shoes and a warm place to shit."
James Watt, former Sec.AgriBiz racist but admittedly universal punchline.

aloha 2u,
talk-sung softly  in a lazy hipster fashion..

april '78

ABSOSULTELY FREE/FINAL SCORE
hey man,
Stillwell Avenue,Coney Island
time whimpers thru the echoes
of laughing children,
rakes the grimy ghosts of arcades and fun houses.
Stillwell Avenue,end of the line
the Transit Cops beachcomb for debris & derelicts.
there he is,over in the corner,denim jacket,
brown cords & a Hells Angel belt buckle
-hey man,lookit his face!
yeah, he's sleeping awright.....
sleeping forever.
call in the DOA while i
check out his ID...nuthin.,
nothing left-ghouls done
cleaned him out. Wait-
here's an an empty methadone bottle
"E.Grogan", maybe its his?

Hey Man,NO. say it so
not Emmett,not
Emmett Grogan.
not Grogan of The Diggers,
not Free Food Hash-bury
trip out,flip out, drop out,cop out
free food,free love,free you & me
hey man , not Emmett.
not Emmett washed up
alone & forgotten
picked over by the gulls
beached & bloating
on Coney Island.

hey man,he had it whipped,
why i heard him on KGO Radio
last year,hustling his second book
"Final Score", gonna make a movie
of it..maybe.
somebody read me
parts of  "Ringolevio"
one night when i was
coming down from
Angel Dust in the rain.
hey man,how could he die
in New York-on the subway
how could he
let it all go
naked,now
when Nixon's gone.
dig it babe
he was 33.
33! i mean
HELL..it ain't THAT old
anymore.

i mean,hey man
so maybe
he wasn't a
safecracker/jewel theif /hobo philosopher
who set up
"a counter culture welfare sytem
that fed and clothed
stoned kids with all the dreams"
& stuff,
it didn't matter
EMMETT GROGAN WAS!
dig?

hey man,they can
bury the body in Brooklyn
& Rip Torn can read
Micheal McClure's meringue
over the box & M's mom,
margaret,
can weep & moan
but dig....,M's
got em whipped.
he's fooling, yeah
that's it,he's jest jiving
waiting for The Right Moment,
just when it gets too thick
& then
     BO-ING!
ha ha, I FOOLED YA!
      yeah.

hey man, hey M
c'mon babe
        get up/outta that box
hey man,
        hey....


(written on weds upon reading of the death of
eugene "emmett" grogan in the sunday paper)