I found in a letter from my mother that not much had changed. But there was something there, something she said twice - "Elgin Miller died from poisoned lemonade." "Elgin Miller is dead."
Memories of Elgin Miller drifted by. My father's voice at the window - "Elgin. Driving by."
I remember the way it can be there - the rigid days and the rubber nights.
I can picture the wake so soft-lit, the corpse's face aglow.
In the light from his remains to his remainders - maybe he is there, not so heavy or readily defined
I wonder if anyone is frightened by the thought of Elgin Miller in the mystery of the other side.
Some wonder if he's formless - can he read their minds?
Some may wish him in hell
The mystery of my mother's repetitions, the lines between the lines - were they peaks above the sea or were they peeks at the way the hours push the corpse of everyone, of everyday, of every g****** thing?
The mystery of Elgin Miller - was it suicide? If it's so, I wouldn't be surprised.
August's breath, moist and heavy, aging frame
Lemonade - now that sounds fine
For a little while
Memories of Elgin Miller drifted by. My father's voice at the window - "Elgin. Driving by."
I remember the way it can be there - the rigid days and the rubber nights.
I can picture the wake so soft-lit, the corpse's face aglow.
In the light from his remains to his remainders - maybe he is there, not so heavy or readily defined
I wonder if anyone is frightened by the thought of Elgin Miller in the mystery of the other side.
Some wonder if he's formless - can he read their minds?
Some may wish him in hell
The mystery of my mother's repetitions, the lines between the lines - were they peaks above the sea or were they peeks at the way the hours push the corpse of everyone, of everyday, of every g****** thing?
The mystery of Elgin Miller - was it suicide? If it's so, I wouldn't be surprised.
August's breath, moist and heavy, aging frame
Lemonade - now that sounds fine
For a little while