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-
And my fur coat trailing to soak up the wake.
After too many late nights,
When life didn’t arrive fast enough,
Like in ‘65.