Poem In Honor of Pedro Pietri

My professor vibed me out
While I was trying to avoid the truth
Of the matter of the mass 
Of smoking grass on Sunday afternoon

For Pedro 
drunken poet of my dreams
Who wrapped his words in wisdom
painful alcoholism 

The drunkard’s final words were:
Go get me some wine while yr at it
Decanted recanted enchanted 
Proof of a man gone too soon 

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