I Always Said

he reminds me of mountain. queen of the mississippi, tennessee. the mouth open mouth to the gullet of the mississippi. alabama, ole dixie barracuda walleye sit here and pick up the pieces because the explosion was terribly incovenient one e short of paradise i always said. with purple hyacinths and yellow stalks of wheat fuzzed with red, orange. plaids are in this season. i sat stroking the dead man's hand and tried to pull from the collective conciousness something of his memory. a blacksmith with hands like a butcher's dice, chips, reptiles, hurricanes in winter. been doorsed all day wondering why levar burton isn't more of a household name. liz does not need me anymore.