So Long Jackson Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

So Long Jackson



scattered words on a canvass
Dripping paint
a bit of myth
Chance
Color
Curled up on in your head
a fire without coals

The bottle just about empty
Dead painter
Steel car with blood
Alcoholism is a decadent religion
Fame an empty seat
Fall leaves without a plan
So long Jackson

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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