Later on, my childhood friend Karl Marx <br />Was a big success playing in a rock band <br />Together we listened to smuggled Tull, as kids <br />He and his science friend introduced me to The Beatles <br />'Back in...', on a bligh cul-de-sac minus Starkey <br />Both eight I was first to reach nine, Alpha nine <br />Few people remain precise at a distance fade <br /> <br />There was no sensing the day he went away <br />Sidepitched to me around ten in the morning <br />By late afternoon he was gone before dinner <br />Viewed big yellow movers speeding away (from the quarry) <br />Three this and three that way, lame strategy <br />Next day my long hand bent the door slamming the iron gargoyle <br />Sedated, asking him to come back and always stay <br /> <br />Its not easy to change worlds at that age <br />Months went by thinking on my good friend, out of chamber <br />Split tests wore most of us down, Delta five and I once held hands <br />Though I never thought badly of the facility women <br />It hasn't really been the same since, Afghan, Grenada, Bosnia <br />Quietly I still miss Karl, owl-horse-tiger-monster, remotely <br />Making change and Chupacabras, thick on my brain<br /><br />Tailor Bell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remotes-chupacabras-and-karl-marx/
