quiet night traffic far away
every now and then a pup yelps
a wayward bird sings outside my bedroom tree
on book table black pressed wood
furniture of wayward youth
thrift store jar where my heart lives
a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago
supple tender gentle were my hands
reaching up to the hearts of men
and discovered as i pulled back empty bleeding stumps that they had no love to give me
eyes
quiet
thoughts
are
thunder
heart
so
tender
strong
super
nova
star
blizzard
of
thoughts
tapeworm
of
my
soul
what
now
take
steps
the
cave
awaits
crumbs gone
hungry blue Jays ate
moss bone dry
sun light dwindles
cast long stare
not all spirits were meant to be part of an entourage my hand says
my good friend at
Unforsenities
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added this rockin eulogy! thank you Tim 🤟
Old school class and full of brass
commanding attention with her eyes
A princess who tumbled from the stars
who phoenix-like rose again
Flaming fancy fingered magic
on ivory burned bright to the last note
A legend who lived life on his own terms
abrading our ears with his throaty roar
A giant though in stature small
who;s voice and horns pierced us all
forever they will soar together among the stars
may they alight as one on the silver mountain
we
wrestle
wildly
without
words
willfully
wrong
when
woeful
wasting
if we never fly
if we never dream of life
in other directions
if we never tilt our hats
by Johnny’s tomb
if we never smoke Cuban cigars
and tango with Tom Waits
if we never see each other again
know that you were enough to make me happy
