another blueeyed boy

An old fried of mine went off one day

motorcycle ridin'

He worked it

tore it around

loved it

Died

He flipped it and took a piece of metal through the liver

DOA

And that's the end of the story

it just stops

'Nother old friend

catchin' the view--watchin' the sunset

went through a plate glass window

Cut the carotid artery and you bleed out in under a minute

maybe he was stoned but

it doesn't matter

Memory just closes the file

So sit yourself down Death

it's not like you're not known to us all

Our dinner guest with the particularly mirthless smile

We've wrapped you away in antiseptic linens

And put sunglasses over your far-away eyes

But you still come to the table a' nights

Once I read you some poetry

tried to make an impression

But you just asked me about my girlfriend...

Brandy?

Christopher J. Cramer

February 3, 1984