You know the man
In a way, you say,
From the days goddamn wise and wine, and simultaneously
Painful of brave new
And the took and suck that community dynamics of resistible
Ripped long and out
Of your being and seeing, and
Ultimately your sanity.
And being down and out is something you knew then:
And tocando fondo was something you did.
And so the Big D’s ability to string together reality
Delights and entrances (more as a vector, though clearly enchantment also!)
The very internal workings of your soul.
And although you are older and hardly all that much bolder
You enjoy every minute on front row.
The capacity Big D has to connect without fissure
The fuss of modern life and thrive,
The grandeur of the material alongside the essential
Makes you feel there is future in everything he says –
Whether predictable or only contestable,
The battle is worth enjoining.
So don’t walkaway, dear sons and daughter of mine:
The future is yours for the making;
And you shall make it