july 3rd...

...is when i will be gone to a place where i can get a hold of that softly glowing childhood of mine--so i won't be here to mark yet another unmarked grave, but though i'll be away i'll be here- there- and everywhere that gentle spirit walks leaving a trail of cool water and lilies and i will think of him and life and death love and the muse-- my vaguness my weariness my indecisiveness disappearing under the soft feathered wings of an angel--

and when i do return i hope i will have a few more words to say on him
on that soft spot
of humanity
on my muse and my sad sad friend
on my jim.