R.I.P. SASKO

SASKO

Mankind seems to be whistling
while Nero plays the violin on the hill,
watching and waiting
for applause.

The water is frozen now
at the shore of Lake Ontario.
I can see it
from my window at the York.
I like the sound of the trains
coming and going from the station
across the street;
It reminds me of Kerouac and Cassidy.

I wish I could sleep better,
but more often roll back
and forth from some crazy dream
about our dog in L.A.
jumping off a high roof
and breaking all four of his legs.

C. Michael Madsen/13 Hands Publications (from Signs of Life by Michael Madsen )

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