Yes, I saw them all, saw them, met some, Richard Hell,

Lou Reed, Basquiat, Warhol, Burroughs, Kenneth Koch,

and it all left me feeling invisible or fucked, fucked

sideways, fucked by a john who stiffs you on your fee

and doesn’t leave a tip, it wasn . . .

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