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What a great Tribute-I hope he peeks and sees this!!!
I miss that salty dog-But as You say...


Also...kick-ass moment:
"You dragged your boots heavy with mud never wiping your feet
Mixing blood, zinc and gunpowder smearing on skin, finger on the trigger
Listening to sound of dirt hit the coffin. Each word spilled, ten hid in beard
Pouring more coffee in our mug waiting for drowning."

That last line is sort of borrowed from one of his poems 'he pours more coffee in her cup than his' He's definitely missed but he ever came back, he wouldn't recognize this place anymore. So many greats have left, they made this place the deep underground.

So true...and yes...indeed I do remember that...he had many memorable lines that witty prick lol

Don't know him, but clearly your affection for him is strong... excellent dedication ink... n btw, I may not be the best but  I'm
still here :)

...and i hope you continue to stay on PIKM. Dammit if you leave, i'm definitely leaving with you lol yep, he sure left his mark on some of us who came to du for what du truly represented.

slick words he dropped on paper
& those that remained in his beard;
what sunset must await us...

There's one he wrote a couple of years back about his favourite chick on the underground - inimitable
But if he read this...

yep there was muscularity and mud in many of those writers

Great tribute to one of my favorite poets on here, John was special.
Lovely pen, Vee.



~anonshadow😏

Rina.. as always brilliant.. with love..





Dave

It's fascinating from end to end. I keep pouring over it. My favorite part is undoubtedly this,

"We start walking with our hands instead of our feet
Somedays slower than heartbeat"

It's so smooth, original and jazzy, displays much wisdom. Loved this.

Also, "Each word spilled, ten hid in beard" Hmph. Such gorgeous riddles.