Replies to “Dear Jerome” Ep. 1 (With audio)

Dear Rudolph
Your letters remind me of times when I knew no words
So words fooled me
And now until clouds become ashes,
They will be my gift from you.
Where is home? Where is Rome?
As long as the tongue remains flesh
It will be lashed on ketches,
When people change voices too often
Their own voice start to scratch the wall, or tear the roof,
Their own voice harvests their souls
Then the buried are upset from their eternal rest
Then they want a party we can’t host or afford.
Your grandfathers’ wind isn’t far, it is past,
Do not expect it to come back smelling like a man with creased skin
Wearing a happy or sad look conveyed from the afterlife,
Holding a glimpse of what heaven looks or feels like
Live now, live forward,
Bask in your red capped glory
But be ready for when the glow darkens.

LARDO