Bryan

you were a phenom

always striving 

more to do, more to be
with love enough 

to fill a sea

braggadocios and yet
full of doubt

the kind of kind
to quench a drought

as weird and wild 

as the tempest
as strange and beautiful 

as bioluminescence

a force to reckon
a heartfelt balm
a raucous laugh
a quiet calm

you were a phenom

fierce and fine

and as for friends...
like so many,

I was so proud 

to call you mine

fountain

ink stained fingers
blotter skinned
I bleed words
and world within
escape through pen
and parted lips
saltwater storms
on cheeky cliffs

Sam

hollow 

is my heart 

as i 

wonder why 

the fucking sky

won't start

to weep 

an admonition at the fates

in somber recognition

of the wretched devastation 

and universal harm

in the loss of such a man;

of such kindness, grace, and charm;

at the emptiness of space

where this gentle giant stood.

on stage and page he towered,

he made the mediocre good

and the good, he made divine

with an eruditely crafted line.

had setbacks, but never soured.

instead he softly chuckled 

at some dirty joke

then took it only as he could

to make an eloquent bon mot.

authentic, real, and raw;

he knew what others did not know.

he saw what others never saw.

he made a symphony of words

and he played it for us all

as we would raptly listen

in adoration and in awe.

i listen for his echos

in the chasms of my grief.

that he is gone 

is so unjust

it beggars belief.

twenty twenty

the world unfocused

tenuous at best we guess at the rest

days pass in spectacle smudge haze
and yet we stumble forward fazed

no time to stop and clean the lens
lest the monster keeping pace behind
creeps closer till its breath upon our necks 
to devour us before our time

so feet serve as sight and set a pace
towards deliverance or desolation

the race begun 
must be run 

soda haiku

bubbles on my lips
the tiny root beer kisses
remind me of you

not equivalent, unequivocal

if all you heard
was shouting

but did not see
the difference
between

standing for
and standing up

versus

"stand back"
and "stand by"

and if somehow
you think that one
is much the same
as the other

then I don't know what
you think

but I do wonder if

a weird hill to die on

to hate all that you see

and fear all you cannot see

must be exhausting

to direct your anger

at a ten inch square

and two elastic loops

to value individualistic obstinacy 

over compassion

over community

why?

your coffin will be 

lonely enough 

Sunrise song

there’s a cacophony
as I rise
pops and cracks
grunts and sighs
from knees and neck
and toes and back
percussion steps forward
as melody steps back
in middle age
morning song
the tympani
is loud and strong

Good advice

drive on,
Crowley,
though your vehicle
is burning
and the whole world
might stop turning-
drive on

for on the far end
your love,
he lies a'waiting
to join you in the saving

together you've survived
the Angels and the Demons
both committing treasons
in Heaven and to Hell
Holy Water and bombshell
you've fought to spend eternity
with each other, you and he

drive on, drive on, Crowley
to your Aziraphale, most holy,
so that yin and yang combine
to create true love divine