January 12, 2010
Tazered

The neighbor knocked - wonder why? We started to become friends. He's a concert equipment roadie. Late for a gig, the cops found him in a rage. One; two; three zaps - dead. She asked me to give his eulogy at the sound studio. Pony tail guys wept; so did I; so did God.

Caught him one day
Blowing my fall leaves away
without asking