The Great Rock ‘N’ Roll Swindle, February 2, 1979

In the end Sid may have killed Nancy, but
he could not kill disco. Bulldozers can
rumble through centerfields, and flames can-
cel game two; still, Mamma Mia will strut
on stage, on screen. A bore. Sinatra’s brat,
(Nancy, too) walks her reedy voice on stage
(different one), and drones, again, again.
Frank Jr. shows up once in a while at
No Future Casino, and sings “My Way,”
without irony. On film, Sid whirls,
flashes a “V,” shoots two kids in the head,
ambles off-frame to the cutting room floor,
whimpers please bury me with my baby.
Mrs. Ritchie cooks up his hit, puts him to bed.

Brian Cooney is originally from New York, passed through South Carolina to get his PhD, and lives now in Spokane, WA, where he teaches literature at Gonzaga University. His poems have been published in or are forthcoming from The Bicycle Review, Pacifica Literary Review, New York Dreaming, and Floating Bridge Review, amongst others. His chapbook, The Descent of Ham, will be part of Alice Blue’s Shotgun Wedding series in 2015.

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