(For Peter Greenbaum, 1946-2020) The British rocker died for our sins, of course, right on time. No ancient mariner, he ate some acid from that smug asshole Owsley Stanley, who always had the good stuff, but didn’t know what to do with it, or himself. Of course, he was a legend, like Liberty Valance, or Sportin’ Life. Lonely kid In his basement practicing his ax. The ax fell, a long time ago, the shock of recognition administered by all-too-ready mental health “professionals.” Clapton is God, the poster said, as another child fell out a window. He was fleet of foot, […]
‘Albatross’
by Paul Wilner
