It is the Age

poets die,

rock stars began

to perish long ago

there are no parents

we are the grownups

no one listens to us.

We who have missed our mark wait only

and mark

the disappearances.

Like a counting film

played backwards:

Steely Dan and Ashberry

all at once

Ashberry gave me frank

Frank gave me Lady Day

Steely Dan just gave me Ricky

I guess I can lose that number….