For Jeremy
(1933-1995)
By Andrea Malcolm
Good God, man how could you not know that
60
Cigarettes
a day would kill you?
Not young, but too young to leave
your fans.
Seeing you
In character
It was the subtle things:
An eyebrow raised-perfect upside down V A whip crack fast grin A penetrating thunder grey gaze Swirling around like a cat on crack
I know the pain was bloody I can feel it, too, sometimes.
Thick scarlet mind-haze You don't want to die, but can't see how to live.
The meds are searing fire Blessed relief, but-
They make you turn
They make you confused
They make you hate Until one morning, the credits roll, and the biggest part is over, and no statue could have been given for playing it better.
It doesn't matter-
You can't really be dead-
If you were-
I wouldn't be sitting here-
Watching you-
Writing this-
It's Elementary my dear sir, for- "Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius."
(1933-1995)
By Andrea Malcolm
Good God, man how could you not know that
60
Cigarettes
a day would kill you?
Not young, but too young to leave
your fans.
Seeing you
In character
It was the subtle things:
An eyebrow raised-perfect upside down V A whip crack fast grin A penetrating thunder grey gaze Swirling around like a cat on crack
I know the pain was bloody I can feel it, too, sometimes.
Thick scarlet mind-haze You don't want to die, but can't see how to live.
The meds are searing fire Blessed relief, but-
They make you turn
They make you confused
They make you hate Until one morning, the credits roll, and the biggest part is over, and no statue could have been given for playing it better.
It doesn't matter-
You can't really be dead-
If you were-
I wouldn't be sitting here-
Watching you-
Writing this-
It's Elementary my dear sir, for- "Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius."