PAUL BLACKBURN

smoked Luckies,
drank whiskey
100 proof,
& ogled jailbait
on Coney Island boardwalks
& in slant-eyed city saloons.
We got along fine
until the Luckies killed him
in '71 as
they're killing me in 2018,
but it was all good then.
Hell of a poet,
too.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018