Teresa Died

Your unforgettable azure skies.

You saw me, saw rabbits, bats, birds, friends, bands, stage hands.

Always between future and past. Moment to moment, momentous.

A history of dogmatic trauma.

Hopped trains to punk salvation. Academic education? Make me laugh.

And the music. Always the music.

Music and music within music.

Deadly medicine to cushion the blow of callousness.

On the phone with a troubled friend 'till dawn.

And again. And again.

Inspired. Inspiring.

And another joke.

A worse one.

What's the worst joke you know?

"I told him I wanted to be cremated. He made an appointment for Tuesday."

Wednesday, pushed into the furnace, middle finger extended.

Parliament Lights.

Skies closed.

13/07/2023