LOOKING FOR MR. GOODAFTERLIFE
(back in ’92… tough news: the Big ‘C’ –
after 38 radiation treatments at UCLA… I’m still here,
knock on plastic.)
This is in the blog already, but I
revised one of the lines.
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-Death…
-A patient crocodile
in my private lagoon,
its eyes on the feast…
poet meat,
pre-seasoned delicacy,
to be savored rare,
a molecule at a time…
hope by hope,
despair by despair.