- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dear Gord
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in memory of Gordon Downie b. 6 Feb 1964, d. 17 Oct 2017
You rocked my blues right outta sad
each time I heard you serenade
a Bobcaygeon love and reminded
that home is no place for fascists
and girls who don't give a fuck
about hockey. We know the goal
that shook the world and the other
that took a man out to nature
and never let him get back home.
And fully and completely understand
how this torture in the desert
exonerates you. But no, I don't wanna
swim on those dirty sidewalks
or see the sky fall one cloud at a time.
This ain't no nautical disaster
and I don't give a fuck about hockey,
not today, my music is slipping away.
It's more about muddy memory,
dull and hypothetical and now
your constellation will reveal itself
one star at a time
- COMMENTS
UnderYourSpellover 6 years agoYour poems always paint a picture in my head, thank you for taking me to so many different places.
