The Passing of Prince

Bittersweet chocolate, dying is a small event
A flame flickers out as we pay the rent

Spasm of surprise, electric as his Afro blood
Swells the heart open with a media flood

He is gone, and all our love cannot replace
A broken string, the ringing bass

Snapping snare, his pansexual soul, in short
Death is a moment within life– la petite mort

Times two, to honor the artist formerly known
As Prince, who left as we all do, alone–

Just you and me, baby, at home in our room
On a rock ‘n roll-soul bed, he would dig it too.


One of his greatest performances! (Click it)

Rayn Roberts 4/23/16


Have a Tao Day.

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