Tuesday, April 2, 2013

April 2nd, poem number two


In the end what does it matter
 
In the end what does it matter
Whether
John Fahey is my favorite guitar player
Ever
Or that the night can make me crazy
And hazy
Are the early morning sads
Fads
One day I’ll be gone and gone
So long
What I’ll leave behind I don’t know
So
In the end what does it matter

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