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2006-06-20
Billy Preston (b. William Everett Preston)
B. 9.9.1946 Houston / D. 6.6.2006 Scottsdale, Arizona
Pericarditis/Repiratory Failure
When the joy goes out of being a Beatle
in the Beatles, one of four
you're standing on a windy roof in winter.
The presence of the same three glum brunettes
is swelling in your craw.
Their slurrings, their dilations, their exhausted mirror-trick gods:
you cannot utter;
while as dragons hoarded treasure in the hollows of their coils
a rumor-fattened crowd
encircles you, the rooftop, building, road:
its faceless scales puff cigarettes
waves of ancient faith rise from its shudders.
Your hair is leaving scratches on your eyes.
You're standing on a hollow summit in a rising pool of dread.
Joy expires by slow electrocution
as another vapid outcome readies, sets.
When suddenly, in tight formation down the ridge of an electric keyboard
Mercy! Saved the Day!
the cavalry your better angels summoned swoops
the treble executing pirouettes
bassline firing. You and your lonely
little well
you and your brothers.
Consolation Site: Kind of despondent