Monday, October 13, 2008

Which Way?

For R.R. just as much as P.N.

We never thought we'd see
Sundance cry no little tears
or light mists for the wise
crack gamble of a kid he
always had some word
or foundation or debut
and the uglier he got the
more we remembered dust
clouds and tequilas follow
form brushstroke independence
tell them how make us believe a
drowned brother mother can't
love father who won't but from
freezing benches barefoot to
green light never a drop from
him til the man with the barbed
wire soul unraveled.

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