Couch Bums

Sharing the couch with Roscoe,

We’re a well matched set of bums…

Watching trashy TV shows,

Covered in dog hair and Triscuit crumbs.

I belch with every swig of beer,

Between each Boxer fart…

The two of us are perfect pals,

Who made male bonding, art.

Vigil for a Best Friend

I sat as you lay dying tonight,

Waiting for your last word…

It was in the end, a faint weak gasp;

The only sound I heard.

I hoped to find some wisdom;

A revelation in that last breath…

It was exactly as you’d warned me.

There is nothing after death.

Wonderful Failure at Love

Remembering past relationships,

Wishing who I was with, still yet…

I faced a bitter reality;

It was someone I’d not yet met.

I recalled sad songs and memories,

While envisioning their faces…

So many successes without them,

In incredibly beautiful places.