Where Are You

For my brother, may you rest in peace

Where Are You

Bars pack by rains from storming;

Starring straight though stools of laughter

Thunder shared with me a warning;

Six hours from disaster

 Phone rings… Its 4AM

 

 “Yeah, what’s up..?”

Annette- “There’s been an accident, your brothers…”

“…brothers what?”

Annette - “Jake’s dead.”

 ((silence))

 Annette - "You have to get down here."

((silence))

Annette - "Josh, hello?"

((silence))

"...I'm on my way"

Palm on chin, face forward,

Grin, tapped spinal cord;

and tell me, that I’m still asleep.

Burn that thought this disbelief

Just grave this f****n’ lie

Jake, please

…tell me that you’re still alive.

  

Be f****n’ with my head, like you use to.

Before my heart caves through

so I can show you, how I'm really moved by you.

 

Songs of poetry and despair,

Come creeping every time.

In onyx, nowhere. 

Like-thoughts make conscious, crime

And how could I have stood, prayer?

And not be moved by you?

How could we have argued there?
Us, with everything we've been through.

 

Smoke, spun by bulb in hand,

Came lighter, too brighten.

Tell me that your smoke;

that your high made proud of you.

Cradled little in blue, what’s left?

In the meadows, at hand.
Looking back, just to misunderstand.

 

That intimidation left us, feeling misunderstood.

Left deterred, derailed;

and we said we did the best we could.

Where are you? We failed. 

 

On the other hand,

Whats now left to withstand?

Why, there’s nothing better than this.

How, there’s nothing greater than this.

And every morning, I wonder, "Where are you?"

On every lunch break, from sun-up to f**k off.

How did it get this far?

How did we get this far?

I miss you...

 And I know that you know, Jake;

that there's no mistakes.

But could you tell them..?

In my place, in the place of us?
To encase them?

With the role that’s been given to you.

Cuz you’re everything, the last string.

A fucked memory;

 in some basket of bullshit sympathy.

Where are you?

 

Where Are You

Written By; Joshua Randall

Session IV: Eventually

Author's Note

For my brother; Jacob Randall 07/28/1985 - 11/23/2010. I love you, and I miss you.

Reviews

[Brenda Scott]

Beautiful.

[Ice QueenJen]

Such a strong but loving poem for your brother. great write again Joshua

[Crowley]

Fitting and awesome tribute to the things that make a family a family, especially the fact that it is all that we have left sometimes and usually...its enough. I look at your style through a thinly veiled haze of realism and hard hitting truths and think to myself, he knows...he knows.

[gravitylava]

this was really touching...

"And how could I have stood there,
And not be moved by you?
How could we have argued there?
Us, with everything we’ve been through."

that was my favorite part, I love the questions and how they make me relate so fully to this. i'm sorry about your brother, but s**t, you're a good writer.