Poem by Jade Blackmore – A Man of Some Renown

He was a man of some renown in certain circles. All the crusty bohemians, naïve wanna-bes, and adjuncts to the rich and famous crossed paths with him. You’d find him at blueblood soirees, art galleries, and biker bars.

“I met this guy in the Village,” someone would say, and drop his name, with no description or story attached.  And their friends would chime in with unbridled enthusiasm.  “Yeah, I know, he’s an asshole” “He owes me money!” or “A girl I work with is his mistress. He treats her like shit.”

But when he died, everybody was ready with a sound bite.

“He was an outstanding guy, a real trailblazer” they all agreed, “We’ll miss him.