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My sound card’s still dead, and I’m astonished how lessened the internet experience is without sound – no watching news videos, no listening to music, no meditation bell dinging every 15 minutes, no dipping into the endless treasure trove of dead Prince bits people are sharing.

NightBallet Press is putting out a chapbook of poetry honoring Prince. My first thought was no way could I catch my appreciation of him in a poem, especially since I don’t do celebrity death poems — although I do have one celebrating Richard Nixon’s death, and a second honoring Johnny Cash’s career – but in the bathroom this popped into my brain.

Glow Go Mo-Fo

My computer sound card died
the day Prince did
so I could sit in silence
and respect his sound.

That sexy mo-fo
could cream a kiss
blender bliss
excite this this
speed slo-mo
slow the go
and re-gender is.

– Smith, 4.29.2016

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