rust & nail

[ from the Unpublished Archives ]

…on the banks of the Duck River | October 22

i’ve taken to the drambuie
and the isle of skye,
nightcap friends to toast
the skyscrapers in my mind.

i imbibe and think tonight 
of when a known person 
passes on, how humans dive 
at the opportunity to be
the first to inform those 
in their circumference—
like the diving on a 
fumble at the four
yard line.

	did you hear,
	so and so,
	from that one thing—
	died this morning?!

	oh, i saw. too young,
	such a shame.
	
	well, he had a good run.
        we all go sometime.