For Randall, a Friend
When you left there was nothing but green and yellow on the floor
Saying goodbye was hard since you were covered in disgust
Then harder because the rest of you was hauled off in several trucks
Then harder still because the photographs of you on the wall
Were not moments to remember, like those moments you lay there
Bare-barreled and full of complaints that no one hears you in this world
That you scream, you whisper into children's ears, and it's gone
To the din of some uncaring circus, where tickets are too expensive
And the whole goddamn thing is going to hell before passing away
Into the leather, or stepping with graceful solemnity back to your room
Then locking the door, without saying another word to those on the other side.
Love the Dust 