these little songs are like funeral flowers
Dear Pile of Firewood,
would you fly to
It's a question that has been on my mind.
Sadly, I have a hard time separating
that from speculation
as to who will next
create the opportunity.
I spent a time surrounded by friends.
der abgang ist der zahl.
as life, thrill, and fighting fear were pinnacled,
I recall, you held me after our class
to yell at me for carving
what i saw as life into the top of my hand.
i laughed, as children know to do
and reassured you that i would not drink the Kool-aid.
"No, Brickfoot," you said,
"You do not understand;
You are the Kool-aid."