Immeasurable & dreamlike
disconnected scenes
flash behind my eyes,
& remind me to look back,
tell me that I have forgotten,
that I am slowly erasing what
you made within me.
Brownie batter, and blunts,
we drank vodka
straight from the bottle.
There is an old photo:
My hair is ridiculous colors
resembling a snow cone,
I may have been fifteen &
You had your hand
on my shoulder.
I have grown out
of that boy cocoon,
I am stronger & older,
reaching up, and out to the light
I am forever indebted
you have my gratitude brother
We lived on that road,
we would walk in the cold
just to smoke,
that potent smoke, bittersweet
in our lungs, once formed a blue-gray
halo around your head.
***
Bad rap music &
grungy guitar amps,
rusted strings &
calloused fingers,
those ever present video
games & "adult" magazines,
angry outbursts at
violent films,
baseball, sawdust
and spilled beer.
An orange extension cord
looped lazily across
a silver step ladder.
I never would have known
just how much
We are all connected
we both walk that road
as ghosts my friend,
because that me
passed away with you
I would give up my own laughter
to hear you joke again,
to hear that horrible grammar,
if only in a dream.
-For R.G.R.
Thank you sir,
ReplyDeleteand hello to you!