I try
to
give a
piece
of me

When I
share
with
you all
my poetry

One day
while standing outside
a
funeral home

Smoking cigarettes
and
as icy
as
Alaska, Nome.

You'll recall
a scribble
of mine
that
reached you

And...

Everyday
after -
looking for
DMF Sr's
scribble
for the day,
eh...one
or two.

But
my page
will be
hushed,
the activity
on it
now dead

At least
enjoy
my book
while
cozied up
in
your bed.

Just know
and
remember -

My pen
will never
dry

Even when
I'm writing
my poetry
from
up high
in the sky.



written by me... ..