SHIT HARRY, YOU DIED Shit Harry, you died and suddenly there's nine years of corny jokes i'll never catch up on and pain probably more pain than i'd want to forgetif i knew the ultimate painkiller signals and you're carried off the field won't be rebroadcasting your fears next season harry Doctor Dee will be darkening other doorways visiting other lame comedians Once, you were as bad as your jokes, you stood up when the world was changing a nd you helped it change hope you knew i was proud of you now you've left this aching plane you and change have become an identity become twelve million particles of love and struggle timelessness finally teaching and old dog's bits new tricks (interstellar space travel maybe or oxidation, the sure-fire way to a slimmer waistline) see you in hell old dog save me some salsa calliente y mucho tequila you loved your daughters too much and so did i once Next |
The East Village Poetry Web Billy Little |