HEY BROTHER JOE
You've been gone now so long
I forget about you, what you wore
and how you looked. Only these
fucked-up old pictures bring it back.
Part geek, part stranger, what the Hell.
Everywhere you went, it was as if
something else just landed - some
wild grimace of an angrier time.
You never spoke much, except
about dying. I've never tried
it, and not for the trying,
all this crying. Now.
Now, all gone