God he’d be SO fat by now!

…but I wanted him
to get fat….
I wanted him
to try the blues
one more time,
to do a country-rock
album…
some shitty
solo
project.
I wanted him
to re-embrace
the poet
within.
I just wanted
that he not die,
not snuff-out
that light
singing
from inside
his darkness.
I would love him
fat…
bloated,
and
still giving.