FRIENDS OF HANK
C Ra McGuirt
i beat on the table
for the boys from knoxville--
performance poets with heavy hair
mad at government, organized religion,
& other forms of stupidity.
just like i was about to be,
they were drunk but in control
as they read about dirty rooms,
empty bottles&relationships.
they said 'fuck' a lot,&yes,
there were drug references.
afterward, two out of three
were too fucked up to talk to me.
they left before i had a chance
to go onstage&prove
that we say 'fuck'
in nashville too.
someone said: 'a classic case
of Bukowski wannabees...'
i'm not sure about a case--
maybe half a sixpack.
anyhow, i hope
they made it home okay.
