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Travel Companion
valid instrument of destruction
as per it's own
invalidated soul of "me",
drunk on death,
drank with death,
spilled in blood on some kid's death.
Mourning and moaning for some for
some impossible meaning to break
forth with the morning sun,
A deus ex machina to fit any soul
battered heart beaten of it's own
'goodness'
What can it 'mean' when you hear for
what it is I weep for? A cry to
keep the phantazy devils at bay, make this
heart/soul bloodied flesh'pulp bearable
again.
Though by manys the measure of many
clocks and calendars, it may be a bit late
to rectify to justify the poses we though
would do.
Now all that happens is slide shows of
ancient life in dearest Brooklyn, a childhood
mostly cherished as quietly as was my demeanor.
All the times you traveled with me there to visit blessed Stella,
and those monuments that may have led the way
to Prospect Park ( for baseball memories of '58- '63,)when there was
precious little anything to grieve upon. We rode the
trains, we rode the buses, went to "the city" (as Manhattan
was referred to from the Brooklyn side). Washington Square, my impromptu concert. A few jazz clubs, a few jazz friends met.
Coney Island, penguins at the Aquarium, and always a lot of sustaining
pizza plus bagels.
Then, the final time, for Stella's funeral, and never back since then..
Never will we walk side by side to anyplace ever again, dear one.
So it is that our Life is little more than our Death, and we'll never know.
And the tears roll again, as they have each day for over a year
You were my great travel companion. Now the Life that was You
is gone Nothing more. Nothing less.
(Damn, I should have been there for you more these last few years).
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