almost Monday and its weighty five day oppressive lead poisoning on the horizon, is but a thirsty thirty six minutes away from its fortified Sumter, first shot to be fired at midnight, how we love to mark the commencement of hostilities and killing
but I am already wounded, a casualty of having spent evening with pleading, pleasing timer eating, reading of your work, r
the sounds of inestimable admiration and infectious jealousy make this old man eager to discard a lifetimes work and begin fresh, but only as a copyist of you, r
I know you’re thinking "what in the hell is he blubbering about?"
so I willingly will my confessional offering in the dark of the holy bedroom; for you make me eat my words, and spit them out as wastage, in dumbfounding humility
god you and yours, make me frail and blessed that I stumbled upon your abbreviations of the human life, r
shut up and accept my three r’s reading ‘riting and rising up to sing hymns of praise for a man with a historical perspective and whose few occasionals are carved in the granite bench of what makes my life worthy of load bearing;
more than bearable, all are soul-enlightened by baring our humility, our admiration
11:24pm 4/15/18 nyc
read the poet r; and https://artsofthought.com/2018/04/17/inside-a-poets-mind-an-interview-with-poet-and-archeologist-rick-r-richardson/