i won’t be around tomorrow
i’m celebrating the death of a very dear friend
again
you may know him
you may have seen him
bustling about in the midsummer purple jacksonville night
you may have seen him
rummaging around in other peoples broken dreams
trying to fix em up real nice for them
you may have seen him
holding hands with a beautiful girl
squeezin blood from her stony ol heart
you may have seen him
doing his cliff claven, lecturin and quizzin
on about the finer points of beer and music
you may have seen him
playin his gee-tar and singin his stupid heart out
yeah them ol blues
slower’n shit always caught that wheezin bastard
yeah you just might have seen him
full of life and high on pot
cleanin out his ears
with beatles and cat stevens and neil young
he smeared ash on my forehead once
even taught me how to run
back when he was in love
never finished the lesson though
and now i kneel and howl in the forgotten wind
my spirits dead!
my spirits dead!
28 may 1997
10:56pm