JAG-ARR OF THE JUNGLE!!!
Look back, it was 1965. Pa was shouting from the tv room, “jesus christ! jesus christ!” I flew up those stairs pumping in 3-D. Bad black widows . . . water mocassins . . . red snake long as a fire hose, see our house was built on a long swamp, on easter a boy died, he sank in the quick mud and the next morning he floated up like ivory soap, mama made me go to the wake, the afternoon was hell hot.
JAG-ARR OF THE JUNGLE!!!
The monkey man swings home for a snort of Cognac with his pals, Bianca and Boy. He may top it off with a Cold Italian Pizza. Ook, ook.
By
Patti Smith
Look back, it was 1965. Pa was shouting from the tv room, “jesus christ! jesus christ!” I flew up those stairs pumping in 3-D. Bad black widows . . . water mocassins . . . red snake long as a fire hose, see our house was built on a long swamp, on easter a boy died, he sank in the quick mud and the next morning he floated up like ivory soap, mama made me go to the wake, the afternoon was hell hot. mosquitoes and steam were rising from the swamp, the world series was on. the women sat around the casket, all the men sat around the tv.