she wrote too little
she partied too much
what she did write
was a kind of a pastiche sort of nouveau
post-apocalypse punk
stream of consciousness thing
nonetheless
she had her fans
a small cult-like following
she claimed she was popular in Japan
she had a great voice
a soft smoky voice
I always thought
she had a future doing voice overs
or reading books on tape
she spoke in a vagueness
that may or may not have
concealed her real thoughts or motives
I was in a sports bar
drinking Guiness and playing darts
when I met a mutual friend
I hadn’t seen for some time
he casually told me she was dead
drug overdose a few years ago
it began raining
