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VIGIL for Doc

 

lit the opium this morning

and black peppery smoke

split the air and swirled around me

like a foolish dream

​

I thought of Levine

squinting through sulfur flares

glaring at the sun on an

industrial Detroit morning

I could see Molina

sticking his thumb out for the last time

on the bridge out of Hammond

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my heroes’ work

precious, never delicate

their scars never for show

they roamed far from Hollywood

and the price was always

too high for Heaven

​

a poem is the way of living

and a song the way of life

​

it’s why Molina was always leaving

beneath a blue Chicago moon

why Levine was always looking

for a white sun burning

beyond the towers, through the smoke

VIGIL appears in All in the wind, my third full-length collection of poetry and posse, released in 2016 and out now through Yellow Lark Press.  Please join me this Sunday for  a night of poetry and storytelling, celebrating the release of Justin Arnold's A Dog Outside At Night In A Fight at The Buzzmill.  Love you Brother.

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