the irritating emotional exhibitionism of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Bell Jar’
and the wry, dark humor of a Bob Dylan song...
Ryan was an asshole,
but...
a voracious poet,
filled with selfish hope...
a talker, a drunkard,
a hopeless romantic...
passionate and funny,
lazy and lovable...
his ashes will be scattered
in a few cities, in a bunch of books,
and snorted by four friends
to be determined by a game of pickup basketball,
the winners getting some money
and/or framed preserved tattoos.