My friend Nelligan
I have his picture on my wall
Whose eyes shine with Innocence
tinged by a sadness
...
Death is my saviour
She releases me from pain and suffering
from boredom and anxiety
...
Oh dry, scaly, warty witch
Do you imagine yourself;
as beautiful and pure?
And victimized?
...
From the lowlands
of humanity
Next to the dark crimson sea
we stole everything Ideas, names, lives
...
the wind and the trees have plotted against thee
the ocean is banging away
the moon watches from afar
and the owls are out killin
...
Oh tired old gum who killed thee
Who ended what once could have been
And left thou twisted carcass for grubs and ants to feast on
...
sad crinkled acidic hateful soul
who has conspired against me in a secret pact
with other demons and weakenened spirits
...
Some where in his mind
Across the layers of
things that are pretend
Things that might be
...
Bury me with my old black japara on a hill overlooking the ocean.
Give away my organs and money and things
but bury me with that old black japara
...
My Friend Nelligan
My friend Nelligan
I have his picture on my wall
Whose eyes shine with Innocence
tinged by a sadness
the last residue of ego lost
A black bowler hat sits on
His white straw hair
Punctuated by clumped black eye brows
He wears a coat made from a patchwork blanket
He holds a picture of himself as a younger man
An image fractured by time
In four jagged lines framing his younger face
A frame within a frame within a frame
Inscribed your friend Nelligan
Wishing you happy memories
I have never met Nelligan
But I know him well
From beyond the time and place
my memories come from
My friend Nelligan