In his Zippo lighter he sees the killer's face The sibs never saw it going or coming.Īn especially special treat that has stuck with meīut the Mayor arriving in full Santa regalia Tethercott, probably the oldest womanĪ hard red candy through the green pickets. The Squires who actually cleaned-up the yard Let me talk **** about myself if I want to I’m a **** good man but I sure as hell ain’t happyĪnd don’t remind me who I am or tell me what I do The words that leave my mouth are never what they were in my headĪnd sometimes I’m afraid to write it because I don’t want anyone I know throwing back any validation I don’t need I wander back and forth from my living room to my bedroom I’m a wanderer but not in the way I hoped “Something good will come of all things yet”īut for now I wake up to closed curtains and toilets that won’t flush properly and all the weight I have gained since high school The kind of solitude that drove Kerouac to Big Sur I will grow what I need or steal it if I have to I’m in a cabin in the woods alone and nobody knows and I’ll come back to civilization when I want to if I ever want to again Time and time again I would think about it You are in the mountains again, if only in your mind Gordon Downie you are the machine that powered my childhood so this poem is for youĪnd when you die Heaven will truly be a better place I learned to be honest with who I am because no one's interested in the things I didn't do I learned that I must be ready to live my life because we get no dress rehearsals The man who stood neck deep in the lake and yelled "you are not the ocean" and refused to swim I have sat in parking lots and coffee shops and witnessed beautiful things continuing as long as this world will let themīut it is you who has traveled to the hundredth meridian I have avoided all the trends and clichés a young man of 20 can The first song I remember learning how to sing, you beckoned me in from the wicked prairie windsĪnd now I just hope that when I hear the news of the final words I smile The three words I would use to describe you, you already know Gordon Downie I want to write your eulogy nowĪnd understand how you've changed the lifeĪnd if any sort of courage is going to comeīut I understand that before a person becomes a saint they must perform miracles after their death A day like that was always destined to come
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