Bukowski's Widow My prince has slipped! and his face has turned to shadow his tongue no longer strong but gray (how sad!) it used to be so full of spit and roses My prince the stars have fallen from your crown And I can not fathom their fading -- some things should be forever! You've taken your coal and your seaward gaze -- You've taken your will and your weakness and left me with nothing but words to keep me warm But I don't want them! Take them back! I want Paris I want you drunk on wine I want to walk with you and hold you up and giggle and kiss God how I miss your smile and thick skin At night (Do you remember?) How I'd worry and you'd press me tight against you. Extinguishing the red flame of my head against your shoulder Smooth as chalk dusk you'd laugh in the face of death and uncertainty Do you remember? You'd say time knew nothing well now you're gone and time is all I have left Jewel Kilcher -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰───────────◇ http://dale.rileks.com ◇╯ --

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