[dead man]

hey

welcome back, familiar face. the most unlikely of places
coincidence, fate, event without a justification.
a cursory angst of recollection bent into shape
as civilizations strive to imitate the pictures we've taken
to cherish a day, like cherubs in May. do you remember the times?
lakeshore, 1800, cherry pepsi and lime
riding slow, Eldorado. dashboard maple and pine
now its just another shallow introspection of mine..
Obedience: a deity commanding the tides
while scapegoating the rest of us who haven't decided
what to label our crises. our gradual sedation, serene
smile wide. watch our reminiscence fade into screams
drunken under traffic lights on harlem & lake
its been a while, friend. light cigars and embrace
same shake as 7th grade. that's where tradition is shaped
the daily grind is God. horror hidden as faith
in a rat race, a pit of snakes. nativity's rape,
where citizens arrest for reputations at stake
it's like society's a tribal chieftain feathering doves
where compassion and respect are only measured in blood
capillary Capulet, heartache. typical love.
live for now, you're thrown to the wolves. left for the bugs
i left with a shrug, in silence let my cellular buzz
dug a hole large enough for our remembrance to plunge
you've visited once. no, the others haven't been by.
pull up a chair. my, how temporality flies
like family ties. cleaned the closet. now skeletons in my conscience
make MRI results look like excavating a coffin
we were princes and paupers. freelance adventurers often
agitators and defenders both, see: Simpson and Cochran
best friends. all of us. all explorers and rogues
i quit the games. suited up and grew distorted in soul
emotive sorcerers' stone. at times, repression tortures me slow
until unconsciousness is mortal repose, corpses and bone
ghostly remorse. dead or divorced, whether chevy or Porsche
it matters little now. but adolescence is warped
our friendship is brotherhood from an irrelative source
nobody cares anymore. i'll keep my sentences short
retrospection is pure. 20/20 hindsight the visual
whether Deified, literal, or symbolic instead
we grow, prioritize, and sacrifice as a ritual
then recollect a burial for bodies to rest.






i cannot apologize for being.
stay a while, friend
let us speak of resurrection.






DEADMAN