by Randall Rogers
Bright happy home
I’m back
With the guitars
The big screen
New music DVDs
New books
New dead cousin
Drank himself to death
Forty eight.
Some new guitar instruction books
Funny, he always teased me about my
Foreign teaching postings
And my willingness and eagerness to go live and work
In places like Kingston, Jamaica,
'I just wonder where we’ll be going when your brother
And I are sent to ‘retrieve the body”, he used to say to me
Teasing me.
Him smart, me smarter
I still alive.
March 1, 2009
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