My father's birthday just passed, our first one without him, and next week is my parent's anniversary. That marks 1 year since he was beating my mom in the yard and when the neighbor tried to help he got bitten by the dog.
In honor of my dad, I re-wrote ee cummings' famous poem "buffalo bill's defunct":
Bob Rizza's
defunct
who used to
drive a calm oceangreen
pickup
and sell onetwothreefourfive chevysjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a quiet sweet man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
(unfortunately I can't seem to maintain the proper line spacing to match the original)
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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