He was larger than life
even shriveled
even the size of a
septuagenarian
even at 85
even growing smaller in mind
and spirit
the last year I saw him
he was larger than life and
I still looked up . . . .
He was 59 and I
was a child with
arms and legs dangling
as though they were made of
purple and orange pipe cleaners
and when he said to hang on
I thought of Forefathers
of Revolutionaries
hanging on to their ideals
and my arms wrapped tight
like the rubber band on his bread . . . .
The long-ago far-away again and
again of the
Last Year I Saw Him
seems to come around
like Fruit Stripe on a bicycle wheel
seems to come around
like a broken holiday of
can/can't come because/without
and you drop
like a barbell weight
like a drop of blood
like a ream of cardstock printed with maps
to find you and
to find you and
to find you had just received a thick file from
the Feds.
Again.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
He was larger than life
even shriveled
even the size of a
septuagenarian
even at 85
even growing smaller in mind
and spirit
the last year I saw him
he was larger than life and
I still looked up . . . .
He was 59 and I
was a child with
arms and legs dangling
as though they were made of
purple and orange pipe cleaners
and when he said to hang on
I thought of Forefathers
of Revolutionaries
hanging on to their ideals
and my arms wrapped tight
like the rubber band on his bread . . . .
The long-ago far-away again and
again of the
Last Year I Saw Him
seems to come around
like Fruit Stripe on a bicycle wheel
seems to come around
like a broken holiday of
can/can't come because/without
and you drop
like a barbell weight
like a drop of blood
like a ream of cardstock printed with maps
to find you and
to find you and
to find you had just received a thick file from
the Feds.
Again.