All I Never Remembered

All I Never Remembered


I never really knew that much about you. I know that we were great friends, once.

I knew only the things you whispered as we lied on the floor of a darkened room. Clothed only in trivial garments, otherwise nude to the soul.

We were great friends, then.

I know how your soul withered and died the night your life put your hand cannon in her mouth and pulled the trigger. How her blood had created an eternal red haze between you and the rest of the world.

I know that you liked Absolute and cranberry, no lime. And that you never bought dances.

I know you laughed at my battles with the wind from the back of your jeep. How you never put the top on.

I remember the now scattered remnants of our regiment dueling in the parking lot of the castle. When he hit you with his chariot because you were attempting to be the gallant brother- and you both had matching tattoo's- and he sped away and you in pain and you seemed grateful for my hand on your shoulder, then.

Yes, we were great friends, then.

I remember how you hated me for insisting racists were ignorant jokes on humanity.

I remember you touched me I kissed her she stroked you and I never broke the rules but you got jealous anyway.

I remember how you and your dead life's song was "Nothing Else Matters," by Metallica. And I hear you named your and m's new daughter after her.

But by that time all that I never remembered until now- all that I wonder if you ever remembered at all- had been tossed out with last Tuesday's garbage and burned in hatred. Then I never heard your name...it had grown stale.

But we were great friends, once.

Like the time we all drove to Alabama for Thanksgiving. We didn't ingest much but crawfish and canadian whiskey.

That was two years ago to the day, yesterday.

I hear Johnny Law came to your house last night, and you refused to go back to the clink. That you held them at bay with the same cold piece that stripped away her face all too soon past. And when the glass finally shattered, you blew your head off with your favorite combat shotgun . The irony.

I remember once when you and m were going to move two thousand miles to be near me, and spin a new tale. I remember that now. Now that it's too late.

I never really knew much about you. I know that we were great friends, once.

11/23/01