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e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
ANDY CLAUSEN
Lenny
Lenny
ahead of his thoughts
like an electrically shocked cartoon
a marionette manipulated by spasm
and somehow its body language
shouts love me love me just love
cranked like the assembly line
in Chaplin’s Modern Times
like Charlie dodging bullets
during the prison break scene
the words spewing out of control
as he analyzes himself
on his back on the stage
coaxing himself to get up
and do his gig, the narcs the feds
the powers that be want Lenny gone
his life in shreds and the crowd
laughing thinking it’s a shtick
no one will rescue him Lenny knew it
but Lenny wouldn’t quit
the great comedian is not funny
the clown’s make-up runs
the audience hides, friends hide
doctors pull Pontius Pilates (out of hats)
Caiphas, Hoover, the legions of Rome,
The
legions of indecency, the gestapo,
joe friday, the
hypocrites, the vultures,
the maggots, the south east north & west
there’s no direction for Lenny to go
after up & down are exhausted
all that’s left is out
Yeah
Lenny you were funny & smart
you were brilliant always interesting
and relevant but what I most admire
is your guts
You
didn’t let them take you alive
(Author
Note: After seeing footage of
Lenny’s
last performance sometime in
the seventies with a chill running up my
spine no horror flick could come close to)
[Originally
published in NHS 1997, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs97/index.html#47.]