what would bob say?
the most tragic thing about this memory is a bag
a clear hospital issue bag now filled with his stuff
made meaningless
cancercarnival you robber of dignity you archangel
of multiplyingcells until a man is a mangle of his former
self draining
in this plastic bag his cellphone soon to dial a crazed sister
as she tells bored girldoctor i need benzos for this particular
brand of pain
but what i really want to say is: nothing will ever be the same
despite mounting platitudes to the contrary and anyway i too
grow weary of this uncheery blahblah
be careful what you ask for remaining bros who are also weary
i promise the simple wisdom of bob dylan i promise to love the
quotidian to be a happy sisyphus pushing my rock everything
is broken everything is blowin in the wind
but what to do with the anger? root word for angina and btw where
thefuckismybrother’s plastic baggie? i rest my case on this freezing
first day of the rest of my life without him happy 2019 eh
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..only those things should be feared that have power to do us ill,
nothing else, for nothing else is fearful……fuckdeath..
Dante Alighieri 1265-1321 The Inferno
New Year’s Day 2019
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