Fred

After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.

Call on God, but row away from the rocks.

I couldn't have said it better than Daphne Gottlieb:

Fuck you, Hunter S. Thompson, for being a drug-addled coward

unless I said it like Nick Mamatas:

Hunter shot himself? I wonder who he was aiming at.

Dear Duke,

May the wee-hours white noise of an off-channel television lull you to sleep.

Love,
Caution to the Wind

"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."

***

vi.

I don't wear gratitude
well. Or hats.

What would I do with
veils and silly feathers
or a cloth rose
growing from the top of my head?

What should I do with this
peculiar furred emotion?

What you invented
what you
destroyed
with your transient hands

you did so gently
I didn't notice at the time

but where is all that wall-
paper?

Now
I'm roofless:

the sky
you built for me is too
open.

Quickly,
send me some more letters.

-- Margaret Atwood