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About a neighbor's suicide |
Black Beyond the Blue Venus spurned the Poet King he followed bloody Mars rode the .38 Special to starry climes and boundless night past the anger past the pain where Pisces floats beyond the blue and in the black In the black beyond the blue he swims with the fishes things are groovy on the celestial plane he dreams alone among the stars Starchild born at the dawning of the Age of Aquarius your time is done Pisces zenithed the fishes sink to the horizon weaned, you leave this Milky breast draw close to Andromeda's ghostly arms woo her Poet King, break her chains Perseus make love to her burning heart and trillion stars is this what you wanted? your life spilled out on cold concrete by the dumpster ravens pick at your belongings I found your typewriter there on the curb it stutters under my fingers it smells of ink it smells of you now a man not a poet write where your fingers were you left your mightier-than-the-sword to a child bloody fool Cool Daddy Longlegs Skywalking Poet King of the West I should have known you no books, no tapes, no words of yours clack from your Adler's keys its eagle icon as silent as you you left me no words except those among your last "Pisces is moving along nicely," you said into the big blue Montana sky, and saw beyond, "things are about to get groovy." medicine stick in hand, you departed South not into the sunset |