Everything that was to come began.
June 14th, 2007I remember Jack
he ruled my teenage years
and how I craved the highways
rolled out like three-week teletype
stretched to bedroom youth.
Next to Vonnegut he strode
offering a neckerchief
wailing on with Shearing
pulsing like a bright one
in Jazz firmament.
One minute I was a boy
then I learned of men
exploding like spiders
across stars.