If I Die in Brooklyn

bury my body next to biggie
tell them i drank beer
imported from the bronx
tell them we drank ideas
from domestic brethren
admiring the writing of fellow natives
trying to navigate the plains and flagging waves
and changing days
from ruins to rain
steinbeck to beck
kerouac to cobain

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