Tuesday, April 3, 2018

90 and 11 Months

For Carmine DeVita.

Got a good reason
For taking the easy way out
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
Old bench in
The workshop. Not
Hooked up
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
Walked. Old
Pictures of
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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