Mark Zegarelli
Mark Zegarelli


Start with Warhol’s weird facile soothsay

That we’ll all have our 15


There was a moment in 78

When Alex Haley streamed the sky


There was no YouTube then

No Greyson Chance had ever had his


But yet it’s strange how love rides this bubble

Of beauty popping with each rise and fall


Could Cheever’s swimmer ever route this

Course along an unseen river?


Roots paparazzi every word’s God’s