"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



There will be no port

that will take you




You are unreceivable


If we say so you don’t exist


And you there child

Talking to your dead brother’s ashes

No room


Oh and Sally in the corner

of the cigarette burns

etched like stars into your back

We couldn’t possibly


Yo  Donnie

With snakes writhing

in & out of every orifice

We simply cannot squeeze you in



And what of smiling Jerry?

His mother’s entrails

steaming on the floor


Your ship of fools

is forever banished

from our shores



Give me your tired your poor  I’ll piss on ‘em

That’s what the statue of bigotry says  Your poor

huddled masses  let’s club ‘em to death

Lou Reed , Dirty Blvd  1988



Spring  2007         Lou Reed  March 1942 – October 2013


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