In the past we’d have /
lain with the pain to heal. Now,/
that’s no solution.
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On the Death of a Friend’s Brother: Revolutionary Blogging Stream-of-Consciousness Poetry
He,
like me,
quirky.
Music poet,
not afraid to show it,
nor grow it.
When we met we laughed.
Life’s full measure we quaffed.
Lived life to its full staff.
I will miss
his playfulness.
We could have been friends, I guess.
But he’s now gone.
At least he wasn’t alone.