Who cut the light behind this big dope’s eyes?
All clumsy,
stalling, acting funny,
landed on the sticky side of grace
unfazed by muchness, regal afterglow
of lives well-lived (they sung him so),
an easy time to toast the moon.
I land amidst my own,
the light of love, so soft and yellow,
hie to say “I’ll stay right here”
to neighbors, angel sisters, getting by.
I reach a mass,
the tributes being passed
in plates & soft debates
on what he said and who meant what,
the grist for gossip’s mill.
Enchanting still, the equal stage
where all can stumble up, unmute, and play,
and we support us,
understand what’s wrong.
We know what else is going on
that keeps you unprepared and practice-shy,
but try. And come to learn
the magic strains that make
belonging work.
The herds that once were there,
Alarm, Inadequacy, Fear,
up-toast their cup of patience high
and learn success is real -
if only for a song,
if only for a meal.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
Who cut the light behind this big dope’s eyes?
All clumsy,
stalling, acting funny,
landed on the sticky side of grace
unfazed by muchness, regal afterglow
of lives well-lived (they sung him so),
an easy time to toast the moon.
I land amidst my own,
the light of love, so soft and yellow,
hie to say “I’ll stay right here”
to neighbors, angel sisters, getting by.
I reach a mass,
the tributes being passed
in plates & soft debates
on what he said and who meant what,
the grist for gossip’s mill.
Enchanting still, the equal stage
where all can stumble up, unmute, and play,
and we support us,
understand what’s wrong.
We know what else is going on
that keeps you unprepared and practice-shy,
but try. And come to learn
the magic strains that make
belonging work.
The herds that once were there,
Alarm, Inadequacy, Fear,
up-toast their cup of patience high
and learn success is real -
if only for a song,
if only for a meal.