Another draft maybe for the Bar-B-Q book? As follows:
(maybe lyric as narrative????)
Dear Mrs,
I find myself stuck on the keyboard
should I apologise
this is the only address I know to give
his mother.
writing yet another upbeat note to a mother of a son dead
before their time and now for twenty five years and more
yes, it is more, I have dug for the upbeat thing to say
and what can you say but be upbeat, there is other way
I have long given up fighting the tears, being strong for others
perhaps there are a few of us left, us others, the last ones standing
There is a cruelty of a pathos that remains forever novel
in being the last ones standing
a pathos already beyond the most pathetic Romantic verse and prose
that leaves only the writing of novels in verse and prose
I cannot keep writing this note;
I reach for the glass of wine at my side; smoke a joint
what else can I do. Tomorrow maybe I will find a way
to finish this note. It is too much to be
Up beat. For today, anyway.
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