Thank You for teaching me how to smash and break and rearrange poetry.  Thanks for helping me to see music through broken shards of crashed mirrors.  Thanks for teaching me how to understand Robots lonely in
wheat-fields, heroin and politicians, high-school and bridal parties, the civil war and heavy metal break dancing, you were a diamond in the deck, so Drag City, so On Your Own, Pink Mountains, Silver Jews, Purple Death, You Changed My Life for the Better because your words flew over the laws of poetry, crushing cell fones with wagon wheels on the way to the NASA line-dance pool party.  Man, i’m gunna Miss You, dude.  Thank You David Berman.