an ode

just around halloween someone that i knew, a friend, an old enemy took his own life. it sort of gurgled around inside of me for a while until it ended up coming out one day while i was just messing w/my guitar. i know it doesn't rhyme, but the idea was to just get it out of my head. from there i can always revise. this was written all at the same time, over a 20 minute period. maybe i'll publish the 2nd version as a follow-up.

an ode

why is it, after the fact
that i call you my friend?
why is it, after the fact
now that you're gone?

all those silver linings
never showed up
and you didn't know
what to do.

sharp tongue and a
sharper mind
and that chinstrap beard
why leave us all high and dry
and wondering why?

i heard there was a
sad parade
of all the friends
you didn't think you had

so, why would the
smartest motherfucker that i know
do something to become
a past tense?

so i guess there comes a time
when we all get that call
the one that punches us,
throws us up against the wall.

why is it, after the fact
that i call you my friend?
why is it, after the fact
now that you're gone?