imaginary friend

you’re my ball-buster you’ve gotta have my back

i need you-

let them try to shit me now

with you behind me lets

riff  off some of your vulgarities

call ’em fat whores, dumb fuckers

be mean and lewd but

have my back, back me up

you and me, man

you’re my bodyguard

mean and ugly

and smart

smart with words

and deep and sad and hard working

and lonely

you’re my bodyguard, my guardian angel

i choose you

in your t-shirt your hairy  belly

scar face beer bottle

nasty voice, rage and simmer

and it’s you and me

two writers two poets

two lovers of the dead

you and me pal


i need you.