Carl Alessi

amie Jones
15 years old and no destination home.
old man kicked her outta the house
6 weeks back.
now she sleeps as she finds it:
bus station,
all night movie place....
sometimes alleys (with the cats....four legged ones.)

 

it’s 1960, man....watch out! be carefull.
it’s dangerous out on those streets.
Gestapo rule! O.K.? Nite hawks too.
‘n don’t forget The Royal Jesters,
The War Lords, Bop Kids, and
the Executioners....dig?
“Teen Rumble In the Bronx” (tabloid headline says it all.)
“Rumble On the Dock!” playing now
at the Elite Theater, Fri./Sat. 8:00/10:00.
ugly ugly crimes like these....
all the killers were under 25. (natch)
the kid wanted to be a MAN,
a real head-buster,
he wanted to swing
with the really COOL BOYS,
yeah....now he’s a PUNK all nite....
And s what? at least he’s getting’
some SWEET KICKS!

 

KEROUAC IN
BACK POCKET
EYES GLAZED OVER
WITH TEENAGE JOY
LOOSE CHANGE IN
JEAN POCKET.
BUS?-HERE SOON
......THEN-
ON ROAD AT LAST!

 

APOCALYPSE NOON.....
HI-NOON! NEON SKY.
NO CHANCE TO RUN OUT
BACK STREET.
HUNS?? ON THEIR WAY.
KNIVES CLINCHED
BETWEEN TEETH.
APOCALYPSE
APOCALYPSE!! YEAH.
DON’T ALERT
THE DAMN SUBURBS

 

IF RIMBAUD CAME
BACK TODAY
HE’D HAVE PURPLE
SPIKED HAIR
LEATHER PANTS &
SNEER GLUED TO HIS
FACE!
ELECTRIC GUITAR
IN CORNER OF HIS
RAT’S NEST.
DOLLAR BILLS ON
FLOOR (?) DIG?

 

Carl Alessi refuses to use a computer. He literally, writes from Pottsville, PA.