i killed john denver
oct 12 1997
out of all things
to turn to me
i say how low
the day you said
i killed john denver
what will i sing,
he died on my wings?
i fly all the time without your
voice in my heart
though it churns
sometimes in my dreams
but why would i end
the life that could sing
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

aaron, 1994
 
 

you were a million years
older than me
all your friends were
dinosaurs
i was so proud
i knew you or
to stand by your side

almost three years
i stop and think-
not such a big gap
but you had your own time

the silence you held felt
like a war's cost
i was your sidekick
and honest believer
or so i like to imagine
you are gone in the sea
of years to drift
in my memory

love,
your sister poo poo head