my friends
things that will not help you tomorrow
paychecks, mortgages, leases and bills
jobs and bosses and stockmarket losses
this is his picture
his ideals
but my firends
wild and free
tattooed and holding blank canvases
running alongside the freeway laughing
they dare my life
ask it if it cares for them
they test their days
remind themselves they are alive
“live for today, tomorrow may never come”
they tell me, climbing cliffs
dancing in the crowds
creating the laughter
causing the commotion
my soul reminds me
about what is really important
of which path to take
the jungle of time is snarled
with the quick deaths of friends I know
and relatives I did not
reminds me of my present postion
I am alive where I am
Amonda, shot in the head, is long since buried…
shannon apollo 