I wrote this one just after I finished reading Bob Dylan’s Tarantula. If you’ve never read it you should give Chronicals Vol. 1 to get an idea of how Bob writes. Neither one is an easy read but at least Chronicals isn’t sureal.

So I can’t remember my reasoning behind the spacing. I guess I was trying to be William Carlos Williams or T.S. Eliot.

Just writing to say no need

to worry

things here are a-okay

Betsy finally kicked the bucket

(what a relief)

She used to get so excited about

friday night

movies

Remember Minot?

Drinks under the stars and

Daylight sleeping in your Buick?

Wish Betsy had been there.

Man I miss her toes more than anything else.

But don’t you worry about me.

i have all the rope i need for the hanging

at dawn

And i will be there soon to drink in Bismark

Is the planetarium still open late on tuesdays?