Damn.
why do only the brightest/the genius have this sort of Chaos reign in their heart/head.
May the pain be past, may the chaos be calmed. May your family, friends find peace.
KING OF HALF SLEEP AND OPEN WINDOWS
– For those Hors de Combat
not a man, but
a boy. perhaps
next to open windows where
birds come to sing, where
wind & breeze comes to play;
in loose curtains where moon
lies gently tickling the arms
of youth and kissing the forehead
of prayer.
here, the faces of clocks tell no hour.
here, our eyes & lips have no looks.
here, the silence of childhood exists.
here, those cloths are at your feet
and not dreams.
– I wrote this
a flood of tears for Mark Linkous.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 
say something