06-07-2014, 12:17 AM
The Serge is passed, but no bore he; his wall of words that flooded out,
channelling a rough gouged course, was fine by me. I read him well
by taking out the rage and fear, what there remained is ever held upon
the page; but you must look to see or sometimes even peer.
This man of gods and devils made another world where words were food;
sated by the feast he stuffed himself replete and vomited his wild excess
on to the plates of all of us who got too close. Forensically, we few who took the chance
to look at what was there, a potent cocktail, that would and did kill many a man,
was slow to work its other poisons...thank god for that at least. Sergical procedures
had him laughing to his end wherever that would be...he was my friend.
We never met, like best friends never should. He could not stay the while it took
to put a root into some common and accepted place but chose to race against
reality and by his speed reach ecstacy before the time had come to simply shake a hand
and say "Hello". This then, cannot be goodbye. The Gurkski gondola has tied up to a final post;
though moored loose he will not leave again. No need for chains against this slackening tide, Serge;
hold fast and one day, we all will come to you.
For Serge Gurkski
(We know where you are and you are barred for life.)
channelling a rough gouged course, was fine by me. I read him well
by taking out the rage and fear, what there remained is ever held upon
the page; but you must look to see or sometimes even peer.
This man of gods and devils made another world where words were food;
sated by the feast he stuffed himself replete and vomited his wild excess
on to the plates of all of us who got too close. Forensically, we few who took the chance
to look at what was there, a potent cocktail, that would and did kill many a man,
was slow to work its other poisons...thank god for that at least. Sergical procedures
had him laughing to his end wherever that would be...he was my friend.
We never met, like best friends never should. He could not stay the while it took
to put a root into some common and accepted place but chose to race against
reality and by his speed reach ecstacy before the time had come to simply shake a hand
and say "Hello". This then, cannot be goodbye. The Gurkski gondola has tied up to a final post;
though moored loose he will not leave again. No need for chains against this slackening tide, Serge;
hold fast and one day, we all will come to you.
For Serge Gurkski
(We know where you are and you are barred for life.)