WHEN DEATH COMES, IT WILL HAVE YOUR EYES (Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi )
I once knew a man who knew a man who had seen
F. Scott Fitzgerald drinking a milkshake in a drug store
(vanilla or chocolate he couldn't be sure) flicking idly
through a magazine ( no he didn't know which magazine )
in the company of some blonde "I'll never forget what he said!"
"Let's go to the supermarket Shelia!" he said
and that's it? "That's it!" his voice caressed
each syllable as if he were on stage
but he was like a man becoming a manakin
like in that episode of The Twilight Zone you know the one?"
in a future that had as yet to happen
"I don't know what I had expected..."
the man who knew the man who knew the man who had seen and heard
F. Scott Fitzgerald. "Maybe a Gatsby or a Gatsby who had survived
the novel's tragic ending and wished he hadn't!"
Here now at home Mr. Fitzgerald sits in his armchair
eating a chocolate bar checking out next year's Princeton football team
suddenly like a puppet yanked on a string he stands up
hand on mantlepiece like some bad acting in a silent movie
before falling to the floor he will never get up
Nick and Gatsby come stand by his dying
so do Monroe Stahr and Kathleen Moore even though
words fail them yet they now more real than he
Monroe reads some last scribbled lines
"There was a flutter from the wings of God and you lay dead
your books were in your desk I guess and some unfinished chaos
in your head was dumped to nothing by the great janitress of
destinies." Gatsby closes his eyes.
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WHEN DEATH COMES, IT WILL HAVE YOUR EYES(Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi )is of course the wonderful poem by Cesare Pavese.
Monroe and Kathleen are from Scott's last and unfinished novel THE LAST TYCOON.
I also knew a guy who knew a guy who peed beside Richard Brautigan. He was so in awe as to who was at the next ****** that he peed all over the top of his shoes.