First Night Without Jack

2 Jul

 

First Night Without Jack

 

Drought, with running water

Everything right

About this world was

Tethered inside you

How am I supposed to not be morbid now?

 

It looks like I picked the wrong day to stop missing things

So long, my generous-guru friend

 

Adios, Bird King

 

Death is a real dick, at all times

It gets hung up on its own girth and doesn’t

Connect its acts with what it’s doing

Kick it in the nuts for me, brother, sing us one more tune

 

for Jack Collom

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