Late

Clueless, broken, backward-ass, backwoods bumpkin
And that’s just me, haven’t even started on you yet

46, 2 kids, Jen, a sad town, absent friends
Memory’s slow draw, a father’s ass end

Puck’s in the river, warming house taken
High water found you low, buck-ass naked

Here’s a cairn of Kokanee beers and Drum
Here’s a new heart for the broken old one


RIP, Jim, December 4th, 2016. The fire’s going.

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