Last Year (With Friends Like These)

Maybe I died in the summer of 2018 without boxing gloves Lost my shirt deep in in the woods As naked as I came Misunderstood that Passage and Jobs suffering To mean anything more than misery There's no beasts Just eagles in the valley Pecking at livers madly The last year with friends like these Love you too much too lose you Sober and weary Poppers, Percocet Paint fumes, poppy seeds Entrancing and alluring As the melodrama on the marquee Perhaps in fall When I attempted again Was it a success And I've been dreaming since I must confess To never leaving notes Or sending letters There were too many jokes and Punchlines witless and clumsy Nothing more benign Than songs legless and lucky To reverberate Off of canyons in the valley Or lost in some Nashville alley The last year with friends like these Love you too much too lose you Sober and weary Pitchers of Peroni And pruned palm trees The spellbound spacious landscapes Seldom impede harmlessly You are my family