Reminiscing in Melancholy


That diminuitive rocker stayed for so damn long

Before life was snuffed out unexpected.

I thought they’d be round forever, like poppys

In the field, til the bomb squad treads them down.

Like cborgman and the rodeo, all memories

Of distant past now. As I wither, ever distant

From the 13 year old CJK that discovered his music.

My friends, just erin and me

Silver tongue saying too much,

The horsefeather glides slowly down,

From the sky, from my damo suzuki.