yesterdaywe buried another one of my friendsin the middle of sacramentoshould’ve laid him to rest insteadin one of those empty parking lots we used to smoke athe would’ve liked that.
ashes to ashesdust to dustwho knew lifecame so quicklyand death so easilyand it is so funnyand fickleand scaryhow they leaveout back doorsand say no goodbyesyet we hold on too tightand we don’t have it in usto turn off their light.
Poem
I got the newswhen I was runningrunning in the parkand it started rainingjust like my eyeswhen I heard he had dieda soft soul beat downinto cold hard groundand why does life seemto knock some aroundwhile the worst oneswalk freely.
You taught us
what we needed to know
Never Lived
Never livedNever liked to liveLiked to sit in bedSurvive through the shadeof sleep…
To the land that gave me water