Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem by Parrish Young


Brother of mine
Where have you gone
To sing songs with the dead
Or perhaps to yawn
To trifle with us mortal folk
Trembling over the holy yoke
That you held in your
Hand, and damned it to hell
No one ever did it so well
I love you as family and always will
Please return soon,
For mine eyes are jaded
And my heart is awry
My mind is a fucking pigsty
A mess of thoughts
And swollen goodbyes
The image of seeing your mighty self cry
I weep for those tears
That eluded my sight
I long now for you with all of my might
Hold fast my friend
With your charismatic grin
Scour the beaten path
For markers leading home again

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