Point
This is a picture of me
not standing next to
Rocky's monument in Philly.
Here I am not sitting
at the table with Rourke
and not drinking whisky
with Angie.
And here are my thoughts
I could never find words for.
In this Cave's song
and that Jarmusch's movie.
Today Death is crying-
He needs God.
And all I can do
is cry with him.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2020
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