when he said, "just once before I die I want to climb up on a tenement sky to dream my lungs out till I cry then scatter my ashes thru the Lower East Side" I wondered where I wanted my ashes to be scattered the I thought to myself does it matter whether I'm burned or buried who would be given the urn I know I don't want a funeral I don't need a spectacle fakes and phonies putting on a show the first poem I ever read was written by Miguel Pinero I tip my hat to pay homage to the cool cat who introduced me to my love Poetry