Necromantic Melody

It's hard to let a good friend go

Awake at dawn to a pouring rain

coming down my gutter drain

"an ordinary morn" (I thought)

the day before

had just been fought

The memories I had stored inside

placed my mind on "fast collide"

I thought I knew where I was going

my lack of perfect bliss was showing

The doorbell rang

and I clamored down

ginger steps and flannel gown

The policeman told me you were dead

shattered limbs and broken head

someone ran you off the road

while gearing up

in drunken mode

You were buried dressed in blue

and part of me was buried too

I'll make some coffee and warm your cup

and then one night

I'll dig you up

They'll put me away for doing that

a Necromatic Crazy Cat

you'll dig back out and file my bars

and then we'll be The Dead Beat Stars

C February 21 2005 J marks

Author's Note

silly, I know. My early works.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

The policeman told me you were dead
shattered limbs and broken head
someone ran you off the road
while gearing up
in drunken mode
Early but not late, I really did enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing