One for the Greats Playing With Themselves Around that Blazing Fire-pit in the Sky.

Carlin's gone
and that's enough to make a smart man
sob
so is Chandler and Hammet
who make modern writers
seem like a skid mark
in a bums shorts
we've got to look out for Bryan Ferry
and not let him check out too soon.
Bukowski's time was up
he was living on borrowed time anyway
so not like nobody didn't see that one coming.
pffttt.
Thompson shot himself in the head.
Or maybe it was the CIA?
Nahhhh.....
He put a bullet in there
and who can blame him?
Have any of us taken a good look around lately?
It's not a far off thought.
Thompson and Hemingway may have been onto something there.
the word Suicide has a nice ring to it doesn't it?
But you have to be checked out
in order to check out
and walk into the great river
like
Jeff Buckley
"and i feel them drown my name 
so easy to know and forget with this kiss
i'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow "

written so well

it's almost sad

to listen and read

at the same time.

Buckley and Elliott Smith
running in the same vein
playing with themselves
around that blazing
fire-pit
in
the sky.
Something about
something around the house
that makes me want to posses
to learn to live
and brain art
like those men.
it' ain't easy
but nothing ever is.