The day before Minnesota found you splayed out,
like some master’s painting under another
painting we knew nothing about
..........until museum authorities investigate,
you made grand plans for elsewhere-
&-other-things. Death hit you w/
a ninja’s punch—left you, evaporating like smoke
..........& doubt. & you probably took a few more steps
in your million-dollar high-heels, coordinating
w/ your badass couture—wrapped around your little
body, before wondering about losing balance—
..........that balance you always wear—a sure-foot
like JB gliding in his black ankle-boots &
pencil-legged slacks—sliding into nevuh-evuh.
& on the floor inside your paisley elevator,
..........in your palatial color of royalness, there’s one
thought, "Damn, I'm not gone make it to the next-
thing-&-that." So when we heard about you,
displayed like a swanky Picasso, we thought it
..........one of those internet-mismanaged-hoaxes,
or a new Prince-game you’d play to capture
our united focus. & only if it were.
~
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