we lost another
given up for dead
in the late 60s
henry was discovered
his second career
than his first
i feel blessed
to have seen him
once i saw him
play a duet
round bass notes
by airy harmonics
i hope you
I write poems in the style of David Lerner. I came up with David, also a red diaper baby. Our parents were political friends. We were political too, but more counter culture types. That is, we experimented with what are now known as recreational drugs. We enjoyed the word “experimented.” Life as a grand experiment.
David turned me on to Bob Dylan. Need I say more.
His poetry was Dylanesque. Like Bob, he was influenced by Beat literature. Also Hubert Selby and other angular pulp fiction.
Dylan’s poetry, both his lyrics and the epics on the back covers of his 60s albums, had an in-your-face, forever-in-the-present feel. His observations were comments and vice versa. David picked that up from Bob. I picked it up from both of them.
David’s poetry is more strident than mine. Hey he was more strident when we were kids. I’m a college dropout. He was a high school dropout.
His work is also more provocative than mine. He’s the son of Jewish Communists and his most famous poem is titled “Mein Kampf.” Need I say more.
There’s a Memoir piece on this site about David and me. It’s called “David Lerner: One for the Holidaze.” It’s the first piece I ever had published.
If you’d like to read some of David’s work, google “David Lerner poet.”