Mikee Benjamins' incurable Blues

This is realer than real
Wandering around ASH's ash

Ashers,
All tears and strained cries, and the times
When we have to say goodbye.

Mikee liked vodka and
Sleeping all hours
Was gone in the
flash
And the smoke of a .410 shotgun

Two days after he said thank you
Because we were there.
And he convinced us he was a real man
Who lived and breathed and only
ever wanted to be loved,
but instead gave a last post then
left.

Sometimes I long to follow, the sparks, the gas
The desperate plunges of
The twenty four departed

But I wait and wait
For a spiritual awakening.

So come on God,
Sound a cosmic klaxon,
A super-nova bang to awaken the dormant
drunk

Until them
I am waiting at the bus-stop
A first uncertain raindrop,
Strikes the parched ground.