In Living Memory Of . . .

Gia Carangi, first supermodel who died of AIDS

In living memory of . . .  those who lived their lives in the fast lane:  Gia Carangi, James Dean.  Anyone else comes to mind?  Legends in time, they leave a cult of young followers; hence their iconic name lives on.  Call them the wild child, the unbridled, lives high on roaming freely, wildly in the open terrain. 


James Dean's life came at a screeching halt by a fatal car accident, ending his life at the young age of twenty-four.  Gia Carangi died of AIDS after being a sought-after supermodel in the high-fashion world.  The ultimate cool Aquarians who are often rebellious —living freely without rules or limits.

The following poem is inspired by their past living:

The Wild Child

Racing down an open highway,

Rush outstrip the wind,

Windblown hair, stiff tires skid,

Rush, thrill, titillates, spine tingle away,

Away inside, outside my body,

Away on a generous pay-day,

Day, the same, raving road rage runs ill-wind,

Day turns frenzy, comes to a screeching still,

Still ravenous lush to cash in glassy,

Still set high-class world to glory,

Glory to new face, high-flying rally,

Glory hangs fire, a rumpus road,

Road is rough, unbridled fjord,

Fjord, here I roam freely, wildly till midway,

Fjord, here I race wild in the city,

City is far, the road, wide,

City spots, far-flung, catch my eyes,

Eyes for what fun gets out for chills,

Eyes for thrills,

Thrills for the high life, I say,

Thrills come alive, that’s where I’ve been,

Been through it all my life, my way,

Been living for the time in the pink.