April

Imagine, my drink
 from your mug made of tin
 But what happened 7/31/76
 that made them etch your name
 and the date?
 What'd I miss?
 It was a Saturday
 You got your wasting
 You got away
 You got your dad
 His dying days
 You got it all
 I've been wasting
 I've been away
 It's not that bad, most days
 Those towns that shut down so early
 I think of your body right where it should be
 And I think I should get rid of it
 That old brown chair clicked and rang loud as hell
 You said you were a drunk, it rang loud as hell
 And your brother said, "bullshit"
 I never told anyone but it kept me awake
 Spring sleep's never been good to me anyway
 I got your picture sitting on the sink
 You were so young, so skinny, so quick to laugh
 Water dripped and hit your cheek in the right spot
 It ruined my week, when I just wanted to wash the filth off
 I have this feeling where I'm still owed something
 Every April I'm reminded about those bright flowers they talk about
 Every May I'm reminded that it's better buried in black and white
 And I'll allow myself this tonight