he was

color on an empty

canvas

splattered

orange

blue

yellow in uneven

brilliant strokes



he had a brooklyn

edge

with an artist's build

his hands were his weapons

his mind his finest tools



laughs were contagious

when he walked into a room

he'd hold her hand

t-shirts and that orange fleece

a tattoo below his elbow

of a thick line spanning around

his arm

black glasses to match his hair

a silver ring



his persona

would jolt you

to a place

beyond comedy central

energy beyond control



benevolence

that could never be stopped

jokes that will never end..

06/18/2016

Posted on 06/18/2016
Copyright © 2025 Christina Bruno