a.k.a. Joanie Ramone

By David Kramer

joan of arc hung around
washington square
handing out candy canes
and marshmallow peeps!
to the atheists
and anarchists
from nyu.

the locals all knew her
as joanie ramone,
and swear
at night
she was visible from
outer space.

like coals of fire.

she’d sleep with the saints
in g-d’s grace
one day . . .
but usually it was in the park
with her regrets.

until agents from the irs
busted her
for owing over
62 K in back taxes
from her failed first marriage.

another senseless
cult
sacrifice.

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One Response to “a.k.a. Joanie Ramone”

joecloyd Says:
March 21, 2010 at 3:50 am | Reply
Joanie, if you are a real person: my condolences, and I salute you. Hard living makes good poetry.

And David, thanks for sharing.