“And even later, more recently.”
Tribute to Tom Lowe Taylor
You wrote to save your ass
from a dark emptiness
that followed its own linguistic urge.
What was obsolete
you sought
to write and newly sort,
unconscious
but wholly wary of yourself -
a drunken rage of self-righteousness to overwhelm.
Made afraid to be alone
with your own genius,
or genus,
who can say?
But one word after another
one in another’s wake
to fuel the next
and on and on toward that
unfurnished house.
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Will work on this some more – this is my first draft.
