HOMING IN
Homing in
like raptor hawks
on a Wyoming night
having a Judy Garland
dream I was back
in Boston
at the Punch Bowl
trying to write
a new play on her
as my goal
with Tommy
whom Allegra
called her tiger
camping it up
as an avant-garde
revolutionary painter
who finally wakes up
with head aches
of Garland's terror
after pulling
an all night stir about her
taking pills
and painting a mural
on his high door
as he is thrilled
his art now has
his signature.
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