Poetry / my letter to jack

Death of a dear friend

d ear friend tonight i read you again

and it was not the glorious reading that i so vividly recalled

it was trite and meaningless

for months i glorified you

because everyone else said you weren’t worth a damn

i told them to fuck off because I KNEW

I KNEW YOU and i KNEW that you were worth so much more

than they gave you credit for

and tonight when i picked it up

and read it and thought to myself

if i didn’t know the name

would i have thought that you weren’t worth a

damn

and yes.

dear friend

i’m writing this to say goodbye

i’m writing this for something they call closure

i’m writing because i still love you

i’m writing this because you’ll never be gone to ME

but when i read it and it was poor

WHY? it’s WHY that i want to konw

WHY would you write this way and embarass me

make me question my adoration, my obsession

perhaps you didn’t DIE tonight

you’ll probably never die, immortality in ink, you bastard

but oh, the treason, the betrayal, the SCANDAL

for everything i did for you

you didn’t want to be defended? did you? i defended you for

and i called you a bastard – i’m the bastard

the bitch

the whore

bury your (my) head in the sand and say something

about roman candles and driving too fast in the dayl

ight

i killed you with my eyes

murder. cuff me, my writers are together.

so the punishment for this shit is to watch you

die, isn’t it

salvation, who d’you think you are? jesus?

you probably are. jesus probably didn’t like his followers

it was they that killed him

in the end. if there really was ever an end to that story

the bastard

i think i’ve found another. your friend. don’t cry please

stain the ink oh no dont do it tonight not now

let it dry let it melt let it simmer let it settle

(ok) (i’m sorrrrry) (not a whole lot that (i))

want or choose to do except take you otherside

outside

hold my hand, slowly, (pleasure) it’s strange

what my fingers keep doing) to you what it is

salvation. let it up and let it be known that i forgive

(you) but first (me)

a kiss and a hug and osmething called (closure) but closure

only happens when something is left gaping open

so enjoy the (other)side you bastard. lock the door and

don’t let it hit you on the way (O U T)

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January 03, 2006

Deleted User

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Ok i know what your going for here and it’s a very good concept. The problem is you have so many typos and the form is way off balance. Serious gramatical errors keep it from having any flow at all. It seens to be more of a rough draft than anything else. Alot of work and it could be a success. :) _Q

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December 18, 2005

Neoplatonism

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Neoplatonism reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

a woman scorned typical and emotional
great read use spelling check

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December 15, 2005

ashrascalling

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ashrascalling reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

The mortality of our idols always hits a little harder. I like the use of your line breaks although I feel some of the parenthasis (sp?) are a bit much, particularly the ones that don’t close anything. There are a couple of spelling and capitalization errors that you might want to fix when you go over it again. Even though this is longer than I feel it needs to be I like it because we can relate it to our own lives as well, with or without an obsession for Kerouac. Nice job!