2011 was a strange year

beauty and wreckage delight with an affinity for pain these are the ends and the means in which all mutations occur

for the pearl

i hope you found whatever it could have been that you were looking for

whatever it was that drove your madness into mine

when the moon eclipses the sun it is only for a moment

perhaps that is what made us beautiful blinding memorable

for the neighbor across the street

you were the nights and the days the smoke and the wine glass

physically just a flash in the pan a little too much butter

but the pancakes were worth it

for jnt

all it took was an invite to a boy more cub than lion

of course i’d say yes but you knew that, didn’t you?

what a ride no seatbelts at all which in hindsight caused our downfall perhaps but i won’t take the blame for all of it

it wasn’t my job to tell you to buckle up but maybe i should have mentioned my record on the track

for william

you found me alone while i was among the wreckage of my own snail’s pace scrambling for something

my own sins and lust for flesh created a distance i never intended

i will never forget your comradery although i was undeserving

for greenville

your gnashing teeth sharp dripping with slime created the numbing of my soul

and the hardness

that i needed to see the beauty that appeared when i was lost

living one thousand tiny lives

written for Dead Poets Live prompt