The New York Nexus Cafe 

it says on the dead
author's ("the author is dead") daughter's
T-shirt. He sympathizes with this line
and his daughter who wears it,
and recognizes that its author (also
dead) wrote the line to describe
and mock dread, insomnia, fear.
The author (continuing to be dead) bought
the shirt for the above-mentioned child
because she likes the line.
The author (dead as a brick) is glad
his daughter likes and understands
the line, that it's funny, parodic, odd.
This pleases the author (a rotting corpse)
and--forever, down the boulevard of elms and ash,
forever beside the indeterminate river into the long night,
forever with his child and their blood-on-blood--he will,
he will be happy
learning to live with being dead.