Poem: Monody For Daniel Johnston

I saw a busker in Cuba Mall today. He looked like Daniel Johnston. Didn’t sound like him at all – because no one did. He had his kid with him too – so that didn’t help. But it was

enough to remind me that not a day’s gone by in the last week that I haven’t thought – often – about Daniel Johnston and his music. The art. The life. It meant so much to far m…