HawkPunk . Poems by Henry Kanabus

My mother had loved the War. The Nazis invading swarms of planes destroying and she, newly married The panic, the immediacy the passion making love as bombs exploded like permission from god to feel everything and deeply as if you were abut to die. So in later life they argued violence, madness screaming Fuck,  they bought their own home just so a landlord couldn't complain and to hell with the neighbors oblivious to three daughters and a young son witnessing They fought relentlessly for days Then they would makeup and make passionate love Having returned to Europe under the heartsome War again.

(On Shooting Heroin with Jim Carroll and Ted Berrigan) Jim was my age though I thought him younger Ted Berrigan was teaching at a Writing Workshop and wanted to bring him to Chicago to read in his class Jim Carroll’s ‘The Basketball Diaries’ were still in Composition Book form I remember him waking from a Nod and opening the well-worn leopard patterned 100 sheet lined notebook to read... But there had been a problem Jim was then a Heroin addict ten years before the Catholic Boy Album and he was firing a lot of Junk a heavy habit I was on Dr. McCabe’s Methadone Program on Irving Park Road and Western Avenue I was getting three 40mg Lilly wafers a day 120mgs a day plus a repeat dose twice a week It worked this way: On Monday he would give you 12 wafers for Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday 480mgs of pharmaceutical synthetic morphine Then when you came on Thursday he gave you 3 wafers for the day and the same on Monday ...