To William Burroughs’ Son

 

To Burroughs’ son

.    who will remember you ?

that stood totally alone between the walls of desolation

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that no one was seeing, or writing about

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To Burroughs’ son that no rock star is proud to have met

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that only ran from milk to drug

to death

.           a reverse shooting star, without a shine

.                     from dark

                      to dark

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