Geofferson

in the dream
Michael said " it aint gonna go down like that" or maybe it was me that said it but the gist of the conversation was bad. real bad and I woke up desperate to get him off the street.
he was in such a derelict state... he could have been anything by then... robber rapist redline

but I thought maybe ready.

and people pulled together and got him off the street and into a really great rehab
but he blew it

just like the dead people and angels said he would... in the dream... michael looked at me with this look like... you can chase him... but you wont catch him... and he almost said it... i know he was almost going to say it... to let it go... that it was not my gig any more... but he didn't and so I took off out of that dream fast.

it all went down the way they said it was going to... it even went down the way they said it wouldnt.

and they are not laughing at me... nor do they look sorry for me


they look like they are praying
they look like me praying

like the cells that die off so that the bone of a finger can be formed
some people will... and some will not.

Geofferson... there are no victims or saviors... there is only us and we were great.
We were a bukowski poem, a rothko painting, a mahalia jackson song.

remember me... but if you can get to a better place... then baby... just forget.