Some dogs who sleep At night
Must dream of bones
And I remember your bones in flesh
And best in that dark green dress
And those high heeled bright black shoes
You always cursed when you drank
Your hair coming down you
Wanted to explode out of
What was holding you: Rotten memories of a
Rotten past, and
You finally got out
By dying, Leaving me with the
Rotten present
You've been dead 28 years
Yet I remember you better than any of
The rest you were the only one
Who understood the futility of the
Arrangement of life
All the others were only displeased with
Trivial segments, Carped
Nonsensically about nonsense
Jane, you were killed by
Knowing too much here's a drink
To your bones that
This dog still
Dreams about