John Dorsey
circa 1970's
(for cait collins)

your hands were clasped
in a swaying way
that said your body
was a temple and
when death came to
collect your thoughts it
wasn't even almost a
sweet release on vinyl
disco dancing under the
clouds to 1978 sunshine
state of being cruising
the asbury park el
train for good vibrations
seldom found in any
sort of wall street
brett easton ellis kinda
era you were more
brett harte than anything
else cuz like that
ole'drunk skunk bukowski
you knew we were
living in the badlands
and never really cared
to look back when
the sun was in