Screaming into the void, once my forever friend

Screaming into the void was raw primal therapy

for him and in his higher

than bonded blue beyond mind

he crowned himself a king

of somewhere hung up on ocean eyes and needle cloud skies

but the last time I saw his skeleton face

was when I made an almost tumbling

exit out his getaway hearse because the breaks in his head

had corroded and burst and

I could never say farewell dear friend

to the best one of all but clearly his pride

was a ruined song left soldered sonic melted plastic

buzzing burn that perfumed dirty death on the wingless crippled

beetle breath that spied out his black hole of a mouth

oh the things he screamed made him shake and flattened stars

someplace somewhere other than here and now

and I miss you my sad friend but how I still love you

just as you are

just know that the trade off with your ecstasy of knowing too much

is your inability to survive even the little stones

thrown at your diamond skull and lampshade skin heart

but I love the way you burned your outline

as a piss off to the stars

because the night enlarged itself to accommodate

your unrestrained shadow

and you still cut such a wounded smile

when I need reminders that all was not lost.