Jim Carroll,RIP

Irish drunk dope fiend poet rocker street hustler, and a legend on the black top courts. That strange day, september 11th, you had to leave, eh boyo?all those poems left unwritten, verbally lost in the ether,floating somewhere, another place another time, inspiration will arrive suddenly , and one will thank the muses.Now you are the muses...so much identification with Jim[sans the talent],his lovely card from the funeral and wake.the strange body which is the Catholic Church always welcomes back it's staggering offspring.Pray for us, Jim, drunks,fools, and jackasses all.