Fur Coats and False Lashes


In ‘65 I would have glittered like a gemstone
Found in a crack where the sidewalk met the street,
Like Brian Jones in his Monterey Pop gold lamé,
Walking down a Manhattan maze,
Eyes fogged with false lashes and amphetamine.

An exile on Main Street-
Park Avenue South and Seventeenth-
Max’s Kansas City-
Avant-garde,
Gold chains,
Red light,
Short dress
Socialite,
And my fur coat trailing to soak up the wake.

Strange visions
After too many late nights,
When life didn’t arrive fast enough,
Like in ‘65.

Krys Jagger