well he's finally gone
and his foes
imagined or otherwise
can launch their poisonous screeds
and mock his genius for wordplay
and the depth of his embrace of
his own chaos
the very hallmarks of greatness
to which they themselves
will never lay claim
let them stand forever
outside the circle
lauding their mediocrity
and the praise that attends it
let them make vases
of cheap sentiments and (UGH!)
'teachable moments'...
when you stand in the fire
you don't know anything but fire
and Knott never stood
anywhere else...
until now....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Friday, March 21, 2014
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