I Miss My Friend

it takes a few glasses for it to settle down, life grey.

bacon of bigbadnewswolfdeath hangs
from my collar.
and I still have to go to fuckin' work.

the world is weird today.
one less friend.
and subsequently, I am helplessly angry
at the world, 
but what's the use?
time is stupid and silly.
and the timing of left turns are
sometimes widow serious.
I am the jack-o-lantern's sad, wayward
smile.
the heart is on the menu for Tuesday's breakfast.

Eat my heart.

with a side of horrible-things-to-wake-up-to.

I find myself stairing at the shelf
with a thousand boxes of grief in my arms,
and I need some help
carrying them downstairs.

(I want to send a letter to all my
GoodFellas and tell them that I love
them.)

rain and snow are appropriate on
such a day,
the day I fell in love.

He was the toughest dude I ever knew.
I can't touch his middle name
but I wish I could.