The Unforgettable Memories of a Dead Bastard

Coming into this angelic world,
I always thought of you as my father,
You never were.

I remember too much of you,
I remember too much agony and abuse,
I remember watching,
Watching as my mother got slammed against the door,
Watching as her eyes turned black,
Watching as the tears poured out of her innocent heart,
Always helplessly watching.

I remember your fist,
I remember your strength,
I remember your fury,
I remember too much.

I remember the other women,
With hairy twats and curly hair and naked skin,
I remember them all,
I remember too much.

I remember how you left,
Jobless and grim,
I remember you left us with nothing,
Without a care.

Then you were gone,
Off in the desert,
Set about to shatter more dreams and more lives,
With different families and hopeless children.

We carried on.
We rarely saw you,
Why did we ever see you at all?

The years went on…

The last I heard you were dancing
In a sun filled church,
With your preacher, your brother,
Praying at your side.

Thought you found the good Lord,
But it was Death that found you,
And as you were lying in a gutter,
With your head smashed in,
On a beautiful fourth of July morning,
The driver left
Just as you did,
But I shed no tears for you,
I just tried to bury all of those unforgettable memories
from a dead bastard.

For Eric

My Road

On the road
Watching the ravens
Circle above,
Watching the clouds
Block out the sun,
Watching them
Shed tears of parachutes,
Watching,
Watching,
Watching the dead laugh
In their graves
As our lives pass us by,
As quiet as
Shadows.

It’s a fucking freak accident,
How did I end up on this road?
With these strangers
These Green
Bright and shinning souls.

It all seems like a dream,
But it’s
Not,
It’s my reality,
My world,
My road.

There are many,
Many ugly roads
I could have traveled up.
There are many,
Many cursed roads
I could have traveled down:
A weakling on junkie ave.
A prisoner on death row,
A bum on skid row.

I could have,
I could have,
But I did not.
I am here
A walking, drinking, shit talking, breathing, fucking
Hard on
Driving in a sea of air,
Right beside
Joy and pain,
Happiness and sorrow,
On my way
On my road.