The Visit

like Chris
your eyes are gone now
dust and dirt, or as in her case,
ashes & smoke
you came alive for me
for a few weeks
gave me strength in my
confidence and hope
in madness
and an allowance
for simplicity
you gave me poetry
this time without
no bullshit
just words and heart
like Miller a month ago
you came alive for me
for a few weeks
(he from the bookstore
you, the library)
you came alive
and sat with me and said,
“It’s all right, it’s all right.
You’re one of us, little brother.
Don’t give up, and don’t give her up!
Jesus, you lucky bastard!”
Thanks, Chinaski.
I needed the company.

© Rick McKinney 1997

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