Eulogy
for Robert Cochran
“…they wanted to blossom and that means being beautiful,
but you want to ripen and that means being dark and taking pains.”
-Rainer Marie Rilke
Five a.m. I dreamed I had a vision
of your effete corpse dancing naked
decomposing meat marionette
attached to invisible wires
bloody hollows weep crimson tears
where once there were the saddest Azure eyes
still, beautiful women throw themselves at your sockless feet
once overcoming the natural revulsion to necrophilia
Ah! you always knew
“…how to write the poem to get the girl.”
dark circles surround your now eyeless sockets
as you type with index fingers only
on a manual typewriter of unknown manufacturer
Underwood, Remington, Smith-Corona, perhaps.
personally, I prefer Olivetti
cold albino fish-belly skin devoid of pigment
softly luminescent a pale flaccid penis swings obscenely
before a hairy scrotum now use-less testicles
As you make impossible/improbable
leaps of illogic beyond imagination
zombie dancing oblivious to griefs unmarked grave.
Joey Cloudy online 
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