words of a people aligned in their perfect order
Happy birthday Holy Allen, Happy birthday Josephine,
may your poems and songs in heaven reach here where your voices are still needed most
the good doctor, dead today, heart stopped and body preparing for rest
today I go out shooting guns and laying waste at ranges to celebrate second amendment
remembering Holy Allen, Josephine and now the good Doctor…
we will all meet in Heaven if that be where I end.
Shel, I’ll never forgive you for leaving us, as I’ll never forgive all those tethered to my heart except the one who left to leave behind her pain.
full moon fifty miles outside Chicago 72° heavy
winds from the should standing under the starry’d night
sky and this is what I’m thinking…
ainsi il va.
I can sleep in sunlight,
natural light,
but not artificial light.
no matter how an artificial day attempts to be
my body prefers the heavens radiation.
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the platitudes of willful resemblance 