ripped from the headlines
When Ted Kennedy Arrives in Heaven
When he first arrives
He searches for a seat,
His feet exhausted.
(he never even thinks to look)
When the hand pressed on his shoulder;
When the hand squeezes on his shoulder;
He cries.
He doesn’t know who it is, but he hopes
“Jack?” he wants to ask
“Joe?” he wants to ask
“Bobby?” he wants to ask
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When he first arrives
He searches for a seat,
His feet exhausted.
(he never even thinks to look)
When the hand pressed on his shoulder;
When the hand squeezes on his shoulder;
He cries.
He doesn’t know who it is, but he hopes
“Jack?” he wants to ask
“Joe?” he wants to ask
“Bobby?” he wants to ask
“ ( Read more... )
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by the way...have you ever looked into erasure poetry? i've only recently got into it, and it's amazing. the first round of an exchange just wrapped up here:
http://community.livejournal.com/erasureathon/
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