An early poem: Brother Ass
Brother Ass
Brother Ass,
you stoke me with
your stubborn love.
The roses you hide
bleed into my soul.
Your brothers and sisters
still sing the praises
you sang with them:
songs we often fail to hear.
But last night,
Sister Star fell
and flashed a song -
and I heard.
(That's a poem I wrote back in 1976 when I was 20/21. Francis was on my mind even then.)
Brother Ass,
you stoke me with
your stubborn love.
The roses you hide
bleed into my soul.
Your brothers and sisters
still sing the praises
you sang with them:
songs we often fail to hear.
But last night,
Sister Star fell
and flashed a song -
and I heard.
(That's a poem I wrote back in 1976 when I was 20/21. Francis was on my mind even then.)
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