But now you’ve gone and
Killed yourself
And wrecked my weekends
Permanently.
Stop haunting me
In the wind past
The window
Whistling down the years,
Walks by the pond
Drafty cars
And too many
Draft beers.
You killed yourself
And are gone
So stop harping
On my fears.
They say the dead walk
If they’re not at rest
But you never were
Happy in your flesh
And out of it
I can’t imagine
It’d go better
You’re just ashes now
Blowing over the house
In this cold weather…
Imperious Caesar,
dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole
to keep the wind away.
But you don’t want that
So, go away
Blow over, friend,
Continue on your way.
