Sunday, September 13, 2009


one of my heroes has passed away.
he left this world on friday, september 11th.
he was a true genius, incredible poet and something rare.
i had wished for many years to meet him
now that will never happen.

Fallen one, your private ghosts are
stepping on you from the heights
where you left them off. Their necks are
tiered like a noose. But we don't need
that. Each eye sees a different tattoo...
You changed my life. I sat in the rain
with The New York Times to get your act down.

Now you move
through these crowds
knowing the indulgences
Of each maneuver

like a needle
through the satin that lines
the restoration of an old, old crown.


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