For Carmine DeVita.
Got a good
reason
For taking the
easy way out
Got
John Lennon and Paul McCartney
To
me, you’re
Always
sitting on
That
reclining
Chair
in
The family room, or
Busy working in the
Basement, on
An
Old
bench in
The
workshop. Not
Hooked
up
On
Oxygen tubes. Not
Dying in a
Hospital bed.
Not smelling
Of a
Corpse.
You’re
still so
Far
away; I never
Crossed the
Bridge my
Brother
Walked. Old
Pictures of
Us
Appear
on your
Wall,
separated by
Time,
showing us to
Be the same.
Maybe that’s
Why I
Never wanted to
Be close to you:
I didn’t want to see myself
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