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what a feeling (for lou)

for a time
i was an undertaker
who toiled into the night

mitigating death
keeping the unpleasant details
out of the loved one’s sight

in the years since
people still come to me
in times of grief

to help prepare them for what is to come
to be a guide when someone has died

but i am at a loss
as to what
the proper form of condolence is
when a rock god has gone to the sky

so here’s what i’m going to do

light a candle

get drunk
piss myself
and cry

listen to his songs
deep into the night

then wake up tomorrow morning

pick up my punk pen and guitar


fucking write

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