IN MEMORIAM: GARY COOPER
POEMS BY STUART Z PERKOFF
Selected Work by Venice Poets

coop because i know you
dont care i'll tell you
all my poems
are movies america electric blink blink blink
flashing neon zeon flics flickering
heros heros heros big as the bond clothing people
on broadway or heads on rush
more

hey coop! whoa! hey! shitkicking toe
no more.
dead.
great clumps of
hollywood burned the day you were
shot down by a warped orgone ray
yet old man reich died in federal jail for inventing
cancer but they wdnt have called
him in for you anyway cancer is sure
all american way to go coop
small consolation
doped up dieing while those ugly i mean to say
rich
houses under that
now dirty sign on that dirty brown hill
H O L L Y W O O D
went to
flame
& you
just
went. toe digging dirty sly
eyeing jean arthur

dirty old man
jockstrap kept yr crotch flat
when the injuns were going to
burn you had you hanging
flat crotch hot katy jurado cdnt touch
yr lonely official tick tock cock at the
railroad train of terror
pure loo--
king cockless all
the way you
recognize me the director? my head turned

backwords legs tucked
tight into my feet? i dont know why
bother you now y're dead
cancer eating yr flesh like
a ranch breakfast flapjacks potatoes
bullets mimeographed scripts lots
of syrup eggs & no one puts
anything
in the coffee
whoa hi ho
makes me so jolly not just
the houses
burning burning burning
but the way you cancered so softly into
(did you gulp "yup" just one more time?)
being dead is a
laugh, a big tough (i'm laffing)
cowboy (i'm
laffing) you know
cant
die in bed while hollywood burns.
you
come back spit the fires
dead swoop on all out
laws & horses while yodeling
the canterbury tales & i'll
give you a comeback
role in the "kowboy pomes"
dont pay much, but
beats dieing.
maybe.
anyway, so
long, coop
yup!

Stuart Z. Perkoff