Reed Fry, poet, died 8/6/09
'Reed Frey' by William DeRaymond
We mourn and celebrate our friend & compatriot.
Baltimore 1980
I am always
playing
star
chamber
Baby to my
first & only
heart
self
attack.
I'm so hip
the balls
of my feet
are red. I
go from
city to city
and don't notice
the difference.
I'm on the road again
tired I ain't no bear
I'm an antelope
slipping
and sliding
to avoid trouble
get a free hit of wine
pay my rent
two weeks
ahead
don't eat
leave
early.
Reed Fry
- Jeremy


Thanks Jeremy, So great to read those lines...
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