March 7, 2010

About Me

by John Rocco

The bastards killed the two things
I love most in New York:
Shea Stadium and Coney Island.
So what if both were falling down wrecks
wrecking us in bad hearts and worse love?
They were alive
the concrete ashtray
and the splintered boardwalk.
They lived and now they die
like the great samurais
who wrote poems with their gut blood
in the middle of it
or the best death scene ever in the movies
Lizabeth Scott in the Bogart film
dying after shooting the tough guy
and wrecking the car
closing her eyes and dissolve
to a parachute opening
and the last word:

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