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| ***BIO*** Scurvy Bastard has been a NYC construction worker, a UK roadie, a stagehand for Saturday Night Live and Eric Clapton, an organizer of Live Aid '85, housepainter to The Grateful Dead and a continuing actor on Japanese television. In the graphic novel series, The Preacher, he was the model for the character of Si, the serial killer. His work has appeared in Mystery Island Magazine, Zygote In My Coffee, The Linnet's Wings, Every Day Fiction, Hard Luck and The San Francisco Herald. Recently he was the runner-up on Mystery Island's Poetry Idol competition and has been chosen by Lucy Hell as one of the 13 Knights Of The Apocalypse. |
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| Going To A Godot |
| by Scurvy Bastard |
| Thomas Wolfe once said, "You can't go home again"
I returned to New York after 15 years in California Slingshot vagabond back on the road An island of crane embraced skyscrapers burst upward like giant tumors Babel on steroids A sea of citizens id-wankng through their cellphones Carving the pavement with a Mel Brooks / Heironymous Bosch choreography Babble on steroids Even the hallowed gutter-womb of the Bowery Vatican, CBGB's Now reduced to a gallery of our lives "des artes" Hysterical begat historical Punk bar to chic boutique With Spartan Armani androids in $300 loafers Checking us out, the dodgy-swine of bone-thrash-warriors Our hypo-etched history invades the neo-slum-glam "Excuse me sir, but do you have any idea how many times I vomited in the spot you're standing?" Plastic accepted Soul not required Homeless and clue-challenged Crumbling toward my 7th decade The ghosts steam out through the manholes And I can smell the old sins Beneath the pounding Nike ocean They're gasping for a smoke NYC thong traffic A planned obsolence of essentialness That exists nowhere else The gods breed where we tell them to I could pray (prey) But I need a target Better than the nightscape That chokes my hope Like the plaster dust That ends my days The towers are always falling No matter how many more they pile high |
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| Sept. 2008 |
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