R.I.P., Punk

Founder of Angle Park Exploitations and cultural commentator Martin Baumgartner alerts us to some clear evidence of culture "moving on":

Martin Baumgartner's moving commentary:

Well, I guess this makes it official. 1975 - 2011. RIP, Punk.
(O'Hare Terminal 3 Starbucks. She's stirring a chai.)

My own obituary:

You were a beautiful thing while you lasted. A bit vile and stinky yes, but many beautiful things are. You were more fragile than you seemed to be; we really should have noticed that more. But protecting you would have been an oxymoron, and would have only hurried your demise.

You were a cute baby skunk that got run over by a Macy's truck. You were a pale, skinny, nasal-voiced drama-queen beauty; squashed by a garantuanly obese paramour in his pursuit of things exotic and weird.

R.I.P., Punk

(The photo itself is the poetry here; not the parting words) 

Autumn

As autumn rolls
brown with brown,
As unleashed leaves consummate
a slow gravity love

The wind snatches some
with a quickening life
And reels them around
in the rest of the light

Green leaves
would never dance so.

(ca. 1991)

A Trucker's Poem

Little feet, in the air;
little tail, stuck on the pavement.

Road kill, I pity you.
But not very much.

(ca. 1989)