Winter 2011

No More Lincoln

Dear Diary,

Today I’ve made a solemn vow.
No more Lincoln. Grow up, Billy.
I mean it, Bill. That’s me, Big
Bill. And I say no more Lincoln.

No more Lincoln eyes who
Follow me everywhere, those
grays, those whites. No more
dear Lincoln.

Nights, Lincoln breathing
I hear you! breathing beside
me, I hear you, safe and alive
and warm. No

(It’s the end of this terrible
thing in me of yes longing!)

More shall we fly together
of our dark dark midnights
in search of America, that far
lost country, I say no more!

Goodbye, Mister A. So long
old paint.



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