Saturday, May 6, 2017

daddy come home

I see you, Robert Lowell, that's why I'm afraid to wed
And Emily – way out west – in your ample bed
I see you too, John Keats, your father fell and cracked his head
And Jess – hematoma in Rome – and almost dead
I know you, William Blake, but your Jerusalem's not near
And Sylvia – your "Daddy"? – such a smear
I know you, Peter Campion, you passed me on the hills
If you fall behind – don't follow – too many pills

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