Eyes Scream
I remember seeing the shadow of December lurking over a boy.
A lost photograph of him strapped to a chair remains somewhere in my head,
But I know how to retrieve this image.
I remember looking into the screaming pupils of my best friend.
Void of verbalization, his words were lost in the depths of oxygen deprivation.
I remember watching his brain activity fade.
Somehow he remains.
An unspoken love formed when we finally reunited outside of remember.
December, man.
It’s warm.
I laugh now because I can recall an instant of bliss,
Never to be relived,
I was kid,
Merely ten, almost eleven.
I laugh because we ate pizza flavored ice cream
And he was asking,
Well,
More so considering,
“Shouldn’t it be ice cream flavored pizza?”
Makes sense.
I mean who wants peperoni mixed with their sprinkles?
Cheese in their cream?
That’s the type of ice cream that would make me scream,
But ice cream flavored pizza?
Makes me think.
Ice cream cake sliced into triangles with chocolate flavored salami,
Dripping down.
I would start a rocky road army to obtain this.
Now that I think about it,
I think that kid was Freddie Mercury.
Still fighting aids.
Running through rainbow parades in his back yard where nothing could penetrate the scar across his heart.
Man, that kid was brave.
