on hearing of his passing at 0300 Feb212013 (LightningRod)

[robertsnw]

Mona Lisa's and mad hatters actually so few and far between, I comb through mountaintops with magnifying glass setting the skin aflame trying to find you, no lingering ants with crispy thorax backpacks but cockatoos with their doo Wop frontal curls singed off so awkward feeling with their bald spots that they no longer rise their voices to sing to join the cacophony of others in chorus of warning or praise, joy or revolution, orgasm or surrender, but now muted,
silt stained eyes are not Gothic homages to the steeped and spiraled churches that towered over and failed mankind, no no. these horn rimmed halos are the ashes, the ghosts of what we've seen eventually bonding and melding with us,
take comfort in the shade that God has provided you,
when fair skinned beady eyed cowards , when conquistadors of shoelace and side walk crack finally rachet their eyes upward to face that burning source of heat that's been following and changing and shaping and dragging line and fortune teller ridge and cavern through our skin, when these pale skinned beauties finally awaken old and afraid seeking palmistry or priest for answers they've never even bothered to form questions to,
you, take comfort in the shade God has provided you,
for the ghost of memories you've adorned with flesh, for the electrically articullated limbs that no longer frighten, for the needle pinned back wings of butterflies you attached to your own shoulders and with the lunacy of the faithful counted on the outside world and its appendages whether wing or chain to grow to fit you, that you never bow or stoop or starve to bump your head through its dwarfed doorways, but with incantation, with pulse of crack and lightning, made the world rise to meet you......

good night old friend and take comfort in the shade that God has provided you.

[dadio]

Ditto. Well said.