I am so weary of death And weary of writing about death For the rest of my life I will be bereft Because death crushed the last breath Of my two brothers and my son Seth And lastly the cruelest of all my wife Beth … Continue reading To hell with death
DEATH BED SCENE — TAKE 236: Face it — your wife is gone forever Will you see her again — no never The pain of that cuts like a knife You cry every night you cry for your wife No respite — no end in … Continue reading Over and over in your brain
WHITHER MY WILLOW I sleep past noon, head deep in the pillow Rain on the roof and the wind does billow; No will to rise since the death of Willow. For more than thirty years we shared a bed, Then from out of hell a … Continue reading Poēmia Bohemia
Allow me to say something about my late wife (Who by the way was never late in her life) She had many great traits but one was peerless In a word she was fucking fearless — That’s two words I know and one is taboo … Continue reading Courage