05-02-2017, 08:34 PM
And with this earth
It would be a glance across a crowded bar ,
a nod to the wise and a pint half raised.
We were never any good with words.
A mound of fake grass masks the reality
of freshly dug earth. You've been hiding
while the word spread, flowers wilted
and everyone who knew you was your friend.
Finally you arrive and I think of fulcrums
and moments as little Joe shoulders
all your weight again. I didn't recognise you
as they spoke of a child becoming a young man,
but I saw you in your mothers eyes.
Later we'll bring you back to life
with good whiskey and sell each other
stories of how it was with you,
I'll see you across the crowded bar, raise my glass
and you'll know we were never good with words.
It would be a glance across a crowded bar ,
a nod to the wise and a pint half raised.
We were never any good with words.
A mound of fake grass masks the reality
of freshly dug earth. You've been hiding
while the word spread, flowers wilted
and everyone who knew you was your friend.
Finally you arrive and I think of fulcrums
and moments as little Joe shoulders
all your weight again. I didn't recognise you
as they spoke of a child becoming a young man,
but I saw you in your mothers eyes.
Later we'll bring you back to life
with good whiskey and sell each other
stories of how it was with you,
I'll see you across the crowded bar, raise my glass
and you'll know we were never good with words.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out