June 5, 2016
” Had Richardson sat in the piercing shade…”
You’ll say, “In lieu of with us. in the
Cruel, as a rule, sun on us.
He’d, it’d suffice to say, suffer less, unless
It’d be meaningful to a man like him to show.”
I’ll go, “Sure, he’ll tough it home to suffer, tho’
I think that ,yes, later at blackest ink late,
He’ll love chopping onions, through all of their skins
To sweeten his red sauce. String section perfection through tuning begins.
One escape is soft cotton drapings,
As kind chimey showers
Keep rhythms in Richardson’s shapings
they steepen, those dreams healing powers.