for Lou

[revolutionrabbit]

In lieu of Lou
Oh how I loved heroin before I ever tried it
that Velvet Underground song from junk hell
how I listened to it dreaming of putting a spike
into my silly vein

that song was so long it took me down the drain
because I really did not care any more
about those Jim-Jims in this evil town
while I was tripping on acid
I could hear the smack begin to flow
it was those thousand years ago
don't you know

and you really don't care anymore, you really don't
you don't give a rat's ass what anybody thinks
because you are a king in this Junky novel
in your head, and you would be better off dead
cause it's gonna be the death of me
a can't you see I just wanna be free

I loved that Venus in Furs song
it was those shiny boots of leather that smelled of crystal
I love her velvet underground I got for Nico a velvet pistol
I want her to be my mirror for the death angel baby
it's the way she walks, it's the way she talks
she can tease me any day of the week
I'm down on my knees again, don't mean maybe
it was that sleep of a thousand years again
and those different colors made of tears
I could see them like a million beads of colored light
dripping down the faces of the cruel dreamers, so cool

It was that insane walk on the wild side of our fool selves
and all them colored girls singing in our deepest fears
telling us how come we been so bad and we been so sad
It was that Warhol banana on that album cover
that saluted us as all the freaks and plum fairies
go marchin in, and I will be marchin in with you Lou
what else is a po po poet boy to do

[judih]

and it all slides into a black sea
again and again

[revolutionrabbit]

into the black existentialist vacuum
where we return eternally over and over
it's that crack where the light gets in

[dadio]

Fine tribute to a cool guy R.I.P