Two Red Sailors

Sitting here in my
rat hole apartment
looking at the painting
Jack Micheline sent me
before he died

I miss him with all my
heart, his ghost might
be sitting in the
closet for all I
know

Listening to Guy Clark
singing about skinning
a Hollywood movie star

About there ain't no
money in poetry and
that's what
sets a poet free

I realize I have no
idea what I'm doing

Maybe the two red
sailors know, all
I know is I miss
Jck Micheline

Like a heart attack
from GOD.

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