It was the little dharma bum Owen Weinstein and me, sitting in my tiny apartment in North Beach and cooking up macaroni and beans, when Michael died and came back. We were the angelheaded hipsters, poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed, we were contemplating jazz. I was all up on Friday night's poetry gig down at the Six, while Owen had just said something like, "what is the last train to nirvana, off this samsara wheel of wail?" and Michael's precise and muscular knock on the door, but too low. I opened up and looked down and saw him crumpled up like a first draft somebody tossed in the garbage. He was laying in a small pool of blood and pale and ice-cold to the touch but he was still breathing, by God, he still had blood in his veins and life in his bones. That was my man.
Buddhist beatnik vampires of 1955 San Francisco.
It was the little dharma bum Owen Weinstein and me, sitting in my tiny apartment in North Beach and cooking up macaroni and beans, when Michael died and came back. We were the angelheaded hipsters, poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed, we were contemplating jazz. I was all up on Friday night's poetry gig down at the Six, while Owen had just said something like, "what is the last train to nirvana, off this samsara wheel of wail?" and Michael's precise and muscular knock on the door, but too low. I opened up and looked down and saw him crumpled up like a first draft somebody tossed in the garbage. He was laying in a small pool of blood and pale and ice-cold to the touch but he was still breathing, by God, he still had blood in his veins and life in his bones. That was my man.
Buddhist beatnik vampires of 1955 San Francisco.
Preta
Preta
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940166881694 |
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| Publisher: | R. Jean Mathieu |
| Publication date: | 03/15/2023 |
| Sold by: | Draft2Digital |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 87 KB |