R.I.P.

Amen

 

To all of that

Loquacious man

You spent so much

Time in air

With stories that sailed

On perfumed winds

Close to the edge of reason

And frequently beyond

But the fuel you used

High octane stuff

Was poison

So when you sucked

You swallowed tainted fuel

And lit a flare

That could only ever do one thing

Gutter, stutter or fizzle out

And you reached all three

Now you leave

A crater on the moon

One holed sock

And a legend

That could never be.

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