RG and MC were the godhead, The older brothers I dreamed I had. I didn’t notice they were colored, Because older boys capable of being kind To a younger boy are God. It is absolutely odd To be able to be with God. I can almost see their faces, but can’t quite. I remember how blazingly graceful th...
Jackhammers give it the staggers. They’re tearing up dear Mount Street. It’s got a torn-up face like Mick Jagger’s. I mean, this is Mount Street! Scott’s restaurant, the choicest oysters, brilliant fish; Purdey, the great shotgun maker—the street is complete Posh plush and (except for Marc Jacobs...