The fireplace crackles with explosion of steam and cellulose,
Snapping like bubble wrap,
And there lies Joe, old dog, best dog,
Warm and arthritic.
Proposition Joe is no replacement for Avon Barksdale.
Marlo is no Stringer Bell.
The fourth season was mostly wasted.
Here I begin, with Joe, my evaluation of Season Five.
God, make it mean something--
Like Tony Soprano meant to me:
To be aware of our own storiness
Is no small feat.
Nathan Fisher, too, taught me this:
To live for today,
For this fire,
For my beautiful and loyal yellow dog,
Who warms himself by this fire,
Orange and yellow and red and crackly,
In Autumn,
On a Friday night.
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