Ode To Kenneth Anger

Dearest dear,
We saw a queer rat named fear
playing hari-kari with great luminaries
they unhinged, blood thinned by vertiginous binge
like pay-dirt that bankrupted bruisers’ tongues
when no merit was found in the calumny plunge
Louts, see no courtesy!
cool down in your ice water sheets
and recollect your binding blight
:
“If a star should doubt
it would immediately go out”