On Veterans Day

So I was sitting in this breakfast place
The kind of place you would expect

And I was alone
(as usual these days)
and I kept looking across the table
(it was a small cramped table)
and seeing you
As if you were sitting there,
across from me,
still alive.

It seemed like it would have been
a great place to go eat
before we went climbing
(and then you could deck in your mom’s harness–
which would scare the shit out of everyone…
but still be funny).

I just kept imagining you there
sitting with me
maybe you came to visit
and I was going to show you some sweet rocks up at the lake.

I guess you did come to visit
and yes,
I saw the rack on our waitress
yes, I get it,
the woman who is too old for both of us has a great pair of tits
I know,
They’re really big buddy
And when you say it like that…

even I think it’s a little funny.


They Stood When Others Ran

The hours come and go
but the dead stay just the same
and history repeats
again, again, and again.

There are some who serve
And some who hold the line
And some who don’t back down
And many killed in time.

I remember many things
And people just the same
but days go by and we forget
as we flee our pain.

So here’s to you, the fallen friends
And those who made it out alive
I can’t remember everything
But I drink to you tonight.

To My Brothers,

The old men send young men off to war

That’s How it’s always been

They give them weapons and enemies

And tell them to be brave.


The young men go away so strong

And come back not the same

They may live life and be someone

But no one gets the blame.


But friends and comrades have a way

Of dying in each war

And there is nothing for a soldier to say

For with words he’s taught to be poor.


But someone must and usually will

Say something for the dead

Do we know your fear or your courage?

Do we know your strength or dread?


The earth is covered with soldiers blood

And it cries to God above

Let us remember your sacrifice

And think of you with love.


We know that many were thugs and thieves

Violent aggressive men

But you gave all and we are here

Alive, sipping brandy in the den.


We know that many were so afraid

And took so long to die

And we weep for you our brothers

May God take you to the sky.


And those that live as broken men

Are hard to love sometimes it’s true

May you find peace even now

You are not alone.