Today’s post comes from Gabrielle Miranda, class of 2018 and Art Center Student Docent.
andy warhol met billy name at a haircutting party and when andy died, billy was poor for a while
sweet world, my god, now what’s a name for me?
Billy, it was the word you called me with.
paint it silver, you sighed with glee, Billy
Name, you whis-purred, barber and silversmith.
We walked slowly hand in hand, we grin
you turn the key, we enter. I believe
it’s a home of silver, a home for life.
With me? I say, he nods, and now I grieve
Croton Harmon Beacon Newburg Poughkip
and though we stopped being in love, my friends,
every word’s a slide I dodge, I slip.
Billy, a name no more. No me, the end
the man with a mustache can now lie down
the name he belonged to — just an old crown.