An interesting “poetic” collaboration linking to the horror-writer Stephen King, the fascination with The Stand and a “tribute” to my youngest brother who passed away nine years ago, July 23rd, 2000 yet born on April 23rd, 1980. He lived for today and stood for all the tomorrows. .. we miss you little guy.
Its pages hold a strong smell of trance
a hardback book of Stephen King’s best
but cat Tosh tonite senses oddness, strange
sniffs lids closed, gently petrified, glued to.
The book, favorite held by many hands, read
the story in comparison to life, stands out
as the finest challenge the human race will
ever face. For if the old smell, the trace apparent
of a madness flu such a disgrace, were lost
to readers trained in grace reading of a Stand
to face, bewildered and amazed while ever so
grateful for the path we have grazed.
And now as good people honored today 4/23/09
I bare my soul, purge one more cry for my brother
who passed nine years ago, why? I put pen to paper
and let thoughts fly as Jesse did so many years gone by
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