thiS mourning it is freezing outside & i aM driving to work in my
usuaL hurriedness & amidst the mourning mist & the windshield
fog i see a baby red cardinal just out from the right side of the road
& it waS almost too late ::: i didn't know on the entire commute if
i had killed the little red bird as the vehicle just seemed to go right
after the little guy & over hiM as welL [ i actually do not know if
it was a male or not as i am not necessarily carniverous or cavernous
at that ] ::: >>>
the little baby bird ::: fat red brushstroke ::: mourning nightmare :::
my conscious riddled me at times throughout the day ::: waS i —
a bird murderer? ::: >>>
aNyhow ::: enough on that :::::::::::: i think at least ::: >>>
yeS — we misS you rosS — the radio pü doeS
miss you moistly aS you might've said ::: i aM sure you are recuperating
from 10 years of the boston sceNe by now — or at least beginning
to at that :::
i love youR website by the way ::: veRy dreaMy & just burst chock
fulL 'o' the creative ::: a fiNe perusaL of alL things roSs ::: rosS hamliN
::: eggs float in the sky for you ::: you w/ pigtails & the carpenters
::: you & the voices that follow you around [ they follow me now too
] ::: boston is much much colder now that it is hamlinless ::: perhaps
we shalL meet agaiN? — no?
after the splortch is goNe — theRe are no new
dairy products iN the grocer's freezer — alL puppets are merely
butter now — we dreaM of rosS as salute & as friends we aRe
missing you ::: >>>
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