jerry queen

Mikey

Nick, with the blonde hair still blonde

but different now as it will be again

The one gone if now July

The one whom the ants call ‘Love’

You, of one thousand thoughts-

The world will wait for you here

Go on and grow tall

Big Man of Big Thoughts

there is but one thing to lose.

And when the fear grips at you,

Fear of dark and of Big Pharma

Fear of ghosts and holy wrath

Fear of fear and fear itself

Go on and grow tall,

I will be at your shoulder

Animal, my Animal of instinct. 

Forget not our burning faces

and the many ways in which we could have died

Primal and mystic

Remember the Golden Gate and grow tall.

And, so, now

Three cheers and one silent x

The unutterable,

The emphatic,

The space between the space,