I wrote this poem on a napkin at the very same Bob’s Big Boy David Lynch himself used to frequent.
Losing him today, I can’t find the right words to say goodbye…
So I thought that this was the right time to post this napkin homage to one of my heroes.
Plates clanking,
Lights flicker,
Did the ghosts of inspiration find you here?
I can hear the echoes of your aura
Bouncing off of my soul
Am I made from your rib?
Did you dream me up?
The hum of the diner is a soundtrack to my future.
Perhaps you’re penning it now.
Seven cups of coffee, extra sugar,
Extra illumination.
Brain stimuli.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Comments (4)
Such a beautiful tribute and poem.
What a potent and loaded question, “am I made from your rib?”
I'm also going to write about him, but I think you beat me to the sentiment. Feel like I need a good cup of Joe right now... ☕️
Beautiful. Holding space for you and this crushing loss