the back azimuth to heaven

   based on pieces left over from an old friend's notepad he left
 
 
 
no silver spoon in mouth
a blackened one in hand
the illegitimate son of a train robber
we should have never told him that wrestling was not real
or that filling notebooks upon notebooks and singing songs
just wasn't good enough
mother always cried, but he never got used to it
"tie me off and i'll spread these broken wings and fly away one last time"
uncharted territory just north of of euphoria
ready or not god here he comes
 screaming "olly olly ox and free" before he even arrives
the boat man only requests two coins but my brother provides the thirty pieces of silver he has held onto for years
the hanging tree's limbs would not hold
the world is never big enough when you peer at it through a microscope,  
analyzing everything until it doesn't even exist
i'm sorry i was never much help my friend
too busy with my own loathing and travel plans
i'd like to say that i'll see you again someday
 but i'm hoping that you have moved on to a better place
 than i will ever see.........