Listening to Rob Zombie.
You dug his artistry.
I bob my head compulsively.
And in this moment, I’m reminded.
Of your grace.
Some people have it,
you had it.
Though I never told you, it was clear
you had no intention of being graceful.
It’s just something we’re born with.
No matter the number of tattoo
that cover our skin.
No matter the loony stories
we tell ourselves to get by.
It’s sort of an unspoken connection.
And when you smiled you meant it.
When you frowned, it was for just reason.
In retrospect, our time knowing one another
was shorter than most.
And after College, we only spoke via
likes and shares.
But nonetheless, your spirit breathes on.
Like the orchestral breakdown in, The Man Who Laughs.
You did and still do inspire me.
I see this now.
So in my thanks, I know you’d just laugh
“Ah Dave! I love you, you crazy bastard!”