reunited with no attachments

someone i know

died a couple weeks

ago

and it’s not the first

time

someone

from my

label straddling

generation

has departed

before me

 

some people i know

reunited with

people they once

knew

last week

to reminisce

about what they

used to be

twenty years ago

 

pictures

and all

 

posts of

receding hairlines

extra inches around

the waist line

crows feet

crowing desperately

at the vanishing

act

of youth

with a

shared

confused

disdain

for the youth

of today

 

kids and marriages

addictions and hiccups

half-truths and

full-blown lies

ripple

from the smooth

rocks

skipped

smoked

and

concentrated

along the flooded

streets of

tears from

dead dreams

and empty

pockets

 

one two

three four

they went they came

less and more

more or less

 

i watched from afar

a safe distance

from the

palpable despair

 

without a care

 

without a care

 

-JDR-

trying to make it home

IMG20170731154312.jpgI could see she was exhausted,

as I took a drag from my cigarette

with a half-glass of cheap whiskey

in my other hand

ready for immediate consumption.  

She wanted to know where home was.

She wanted to know when she’d be there.

I peered at buildings and

people

and water

through the caged window

knowing that I couldn’t give her the answer

she desired.

I could only simply reply,

“when you’re with me,

you are home.”

I’m not sure she comprehended my sentence

since we were both drowning in our sorrow,

but I managed to steal one more kiss from

her – she always tasted like my soul mate;

fermented, tobacco coated, with an aftertaste

of codeine.  Hopeless,  

I fell asleep with my eyes open,

and like any soul mate would do,

she happily joined.

-JDR-

you only have this moment

“he was taken from us too soon”
will never be uttered
by anyone at my wake.
“he lived a full and fantastic life”
will be the only words you’ll hear,
except, maybe,
“i’m surprised he lived this long”
but either way,
thinking about it makes me smile.
i kinda think death is scared of me.
-JDR-