Paul Malls

I was widowed from the love of my life

Disconnected my umbilical, bills and time

Melted that candle, behind my mask, my eyes

Till the wick was gone and wax had dried

But i woke again

It's fucked, it took the death of a friend

Now he keeps me burning, a slow denial of what's given

I want to sit at his grave, say, “we've got plans!”

We'll all burn forever or till we can see him again

A seam between the lost and the beautiful

He was american muscle, my god, my friend

My kid brother, not someone i met

We'll all bloom forever, no sleep, no rest

We sat and drank coffee

Some of us smoked pall malls

Told stories of his youth and brilliance