Poetry: Memories Awakened

a friend died

this morning,

i feel sad

and warm at the same time

as memories

become the present

and memories

i had not thought about

for years...decades...

re-appear

as if yesterday

last night

right now...

the times we

found ourselves at the

foot of some stage

soaking in the music,

every decibel

a part of us

and we bonded and drank...

gwar

gaye bikers on acid...

lou reed...

suicidal tendencies...

laughing hyenas...

he's seen me drunk and crazy

yet never judgemental,

a positive energy

emanated from him,

and he's heard every note

of every song

ever recorded...

and some not recorded,

and if you sold 12 albums

and were a garage band in Sweden

chances are

he had one (or two) of those 12

albums --

the wrestling shows

abdullah the butcher

terry funk

a bloodbath by 2 old warriors

of the ring

as we watched 

enthralled

completely entertained...

and it's been 7 years

since I moved away,

modern technology

kept us in touch

but it's not the same

and i wish i was there

at the roller derby

at the local wrestling shows,

talking about music

as I scribble down

obscure band names to look up

and us at the foot

of the stage

soaking in every decibel

every note

...

a friend of mine

died this morning

i feel sad

&

i feel warm

...

june 9, 2011