Eating Lamb

goodbye Bobby Short did I know you I knew everyone imagined perfect access being young and gay the skeleton key he was eighty still smiling raspy songs first day spring and Pritzker names Thom Mayne Violet happy in love but wants to be alone my actors flaked for real I need replacements who gas still off electric slow cold studio on pants lap finely woven paisleys scarf over ears fingers only chilled zip in heat comfortably finish bed eating lamb we talked about chickens easier to kill than pluck spoiled us a lesson bandaging horses driven home bright sky stars clouds waxing moon these lines require no meaning given if taken for something verse defy analysis mind records itself without critique as artist making up a life