red Fred’s piano

by John Wieners

low
down and dirty I sit
having found the connection
Eddy and Taylor

to
day they reprint Cocteau’s
Diary of a cure I am
hooked and you are sick

of my self my eye
sees my

I
rene Taverner sit down
in front of me The gimp
of Love Oh this is the

place
fifteen forty six Grant
Ave how could anyone tell
you Bass Piano and

I
am the drum skin you can
swing from the rafters nearly
on the nod make soft

sound
to put in place of this
thick instant There are so few
left for you for me

bereft of that love
the gimp