On hearing the sad news that Jack Micheline died Friday morning, February 27, 1998, alone on a BART train running from San Francisco to Orinda….
Jack Micheline, painter, poet, the guy next to you at the bar, boho, true spirit, grizzled guzzler of all the U.S. could offer, pappy, sappy, smart sass and free-flow po. RIP, Brother Man. No one can keep you out of Heaven.
Jack rides last train to Orinda
Sweet sleep (free fare!), ne’er surrender
The artful codger, origibeat
Pure poet, soulful, now complete
Poet of the streets
about Jack Micheline
"If I liberate myself I liberate mankind, I seek Brotherhood, love, kindness and worship the light and the sun. Now is the time for the emergence of new voices. The poor white voices not heard from, hidden in the dark corners of America. The voices crushed on the skid rows, and beaten on the bottom of cities." -- Jack Micheline
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