for a dear friend who still isn't ready to read it
Twenty years ago today
I was killed and you were not
You still grieve—Stop it, Dork!
You let me sit up front
Even though I was
The younger brother—way to go, Ace!
You knew I was dead
Even before the drunk
Drove up the off ramp—well, Duh!
You partied too hard and drove too fast
Trying to catch up to me
But you couldn’t make the jump to dead—Klutz!
You put me on the mantle
Jammin’ on my bari-sax
Even dead, I’m cooler than you—Nerd!
You smell lemon Pledge
And you think I’m in that box
With satin lining—I’m not, Doofus!
You didn’t kill me
Your premonition saved you
That’s what it’s there for—Retard!
You were supposed to live
You might want to get on that.
I may be Spirit, but I can still kick your ass
I miss you, too—Knucklehead!