my friend's funeral

all the bees are

flying due north

out of your body into

the yellow black smoke

into the sun burning the world

oily and alive

full of hot dry gold

as hard as eskimo

a child's smile

the world's darkest skin

you were left in the forest

alone inside the blanket

an ink bath beside

a black gorilla

and then you were

falling from the earth

into  the world of vinyl

the philadelphia experience

seven feet below you

the brown building

your left uppercut

opened up on the table

where the blood was

beside the wolf head

i need a miracle

8 weeks of a slow 

steady blunt hammer

coming down from

god to take you home

the coffin door opens

the tv's grey hum

the teeth of victory

scattered at the feet

of the couch by the bong

the maybeline manora

feet barely touching

the ground above

the field where the crowd

watches wide eyed

kevin costner's hair

the sky opening up

it's arms and picking you

off the earth jumping into 

heaven to lick its face