For all the wrong reasons

For a friend.

Dear Jeremy listen, it pays to die.
There’s a quiet you are missing
In the mix and the madness of the sky.
Fight against your days increasing.

There is a skateboard underneath this ground,
For anytime you come around.
There is a warm spring for you to dip in
That is not meant for the living.

Subways and train stations inside of books,
Love like lotions lent to the sun.
Never shudder further over those looks
Beauty’s no shoulder to lean on.

Dear Jeremy listen, it would be long.
Take out a pill or a potion;
Swallow as fast as your need to survive.


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