Poem for Cholly

peter lorre m

you really did it
this time, didn’t you, Cholly:
nearly killed the funk

questions are the strangest things:
denying our momentum

what’s your name, Cholly:
the one they gave you at birth;
not your alias

questions like insomnia:
what poetic funk it brings

who are you, Cholly:
angel? devil? or something
stranger, in between?