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| Gord Downie 1964-2017 |
I drown my sorrows
in an empty glass
Wiping up memories
with a spastic cloth
Dancing with the
shadows of ghosts
As 1990 You
bounce off the walls
Cigarette ashes to ashes
naked New York in winter
The spring forward to this moment
the day before my birthday
To catch our breath
to see the end
The left coast summer
slurred under northern lights
Bored autumn afternoon
at cafeteria Cartoon U
Tragically hip
while soundchecking in
Detroit applause
after the gift shop
Sounds like breakfast
to me tonight
These damp memories
This dry elegy
— Mark Butkus
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