Leonard

Topsy-turvy seems so well, it seems so cute relentlessly cute saccharin cute. Until and unless you're in it and then, well then the belly comes to regard its place in you as something less than ...certain. Topsy-turvy, ugh abounding now injured this, and angry he fractured that, and we less she ugh pitchforks are being sharpened and eyes are narrowing the hits keep coming and then sooner than we're ready, before we've absorbed the first hits they're covered before we've recovered ugh and now Leonard has gone and left us (his poetry) and now Leonard has gone and left us (his view) and now and now. And now we're left with only what Leonard left. You left too soon I hadn't yet learned how to live up to your death. Topsy-turvy Unnerves me. And my Buddhist rock has turned to dust and left us to just us.