the moment you turned & walked into the room
my world went Peckinpah
explosions of laughter
and parking garage lore
you are the unlikeliest surprise
a penultimate friendship
my war horse riding brother
charging beside me off
to our generation’s wars
in armor made from James Joyce t-shirts
imagine my uncorked shock
to meet a lion experimental
unmormon poseidon
over-the-rhine renaissance
gypsy king
this day is your birthday
you sit back all Kerouac
this day is for breaking someone else’s heart
so stick around
i’m gonna read this poem out loud to you from a stage
my next gig in town
& there’s a band I wanna go see with you
every tomorrow night
One reply on “For Nairb Eeryt”
I’m in very strong scotch at the moment, it’s true. But seriously, I have to say dude, in the most platonic way possible, that you rock my world with your words. I’m not cheesing your ego or anything, I just admire anyone who can actually make me feel anything, frayed as my nerves are, and dulled as my sensibilities seem to be. I live in constant fear of that moment when I don’t feel anything anymore. That’ll be the end of me. So thank you for giving me a morning each time I read you. You’ve been on fire lately. Hope you share your particular gift with the world, not just dumb drunk me. I think those last two lines turned this from a joyride into a legend, in my eyes. By the way, if you ever get to Canada and are up on a stage, be sure to let me know. I’ll tell my chums. And I’ll try to stay sober.