eulogy for karen

click click ping money in a register and she's in my life our life. and karen tells the stories of our lives in the way she sprawls across a lounge chair. i remember the way she spoke so genuine no real reason just feeling. she typed in a font called morrisey that was supposedly his handwriting but who knows about these things? then she was showing me things she'd written poems stories we talked about music it was all so easy going then.

i was sitting outside smoking stub after stub and talking nonsense to karen and it was all okay. she has till problems "i'll take care of it" i say. i do. "how james bond." she tells me later.

so then was karen on my sofa or at a party or singing along to songs she liked telling me about the boys she'd dated and i was listening all ears keen eyes wanting to hear everything that came from her lips came from her mind and floated into our world, the world never really seemed ready for her right for her, she didn't fit was too liquid smooth in love with gestures and croons and complaints about life. it was all good enough to be the end of us all.

then she whispers softly to me a dream:

she's sitting with morrisey he's autographing a poster and folds it carefully and hands it back. she doesn't want to waste the time with him so she waits to look at it until later. then later later her desire gets the best of her and she pulls it long and out and reads the ensxription.

"karen, shine your days like diamonds. love, morrisey". it was all so simple with her one of the guys one of the best feminine and chill punk rock and classic rock all the best rolled into one long package mailed to caesars in ancient rome as a resume for greatness.

then she went to austin and lost her soul to attitude. she wasn't mean or unkind, just not karen anymore. different. focused on image focused on drugs partying. there are no more times sleeping under trees with karen now, no more times of sitting in the grass by a pool, just the dust and shake of memories cherished and held for all the world to see.

she was amazing, though.

2002-10-03 | 9:47 a.m.
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