“Don’t try”, on your tombstone you said .
but how are you so pessimistic, Buk?
and you continued,
“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start”.
You, a piece of drunkard–
your poems well-celebrated
You, a womanizer—
so raw on this ragged world
Why, oh you appeared in my dreams–
and talk me deep.
You said and I quote,
“direct me to the stairs.
up, up above this building.
You, little kid, have betrayed me.”
I dug up, six-feet under your grave.