A Poem From monte kuhr

thing is

we were friends

for twenty-four years

now you’re gone

but what did i

really know about you

you like it loud

thrashing smashing guitars

my ears hurt sometimes

entering your room

you worked superhard

eighty hours a week

becoming the top lawman

in the city of angels

you could lift four hundred pounds

above your head

you adored the ladies

loved em to pieces

you let me sleep

on your floor

for a month

when i was

in between apartments

and made it seem

like it was

no big deal

it was a big deal

hanging round you

i felt an otherworldly quality

like you were here

for a reason

i couldn’t figure out

now you are

in the otherworld

now it is my job

to figure it out