—for Chuck Seeley who passed away January 1, 2011
To console the inconsolable numbness, I collect
Earthworms and gravel in this graveyard’s soil.
I hold the grieving stones in my mouth
And let the sounds be my words of sorrow.
I loose myself thinking of our concrete cartoon passings.
Marvelous dreams happen in drawn nothing memories.
At the lonely end of the wooden bar at the great whisky a-go-go
Don't come the old boy scout at me sunshine; come have a drink!
Get out your black silks and a smile;
I told you, I would love going to his funeral.