my best friend

my best friend's best summer was a long time ago

he called rocket summer for two whole weeks

before the second coming of the last great depression

but now he gets by somehow on croissants and crossbows

he'll never ask for support as he twangs his banjo

but I always want to ask

and he gives me a piece of his mind

a piece of love and understanding

he'll never say in vain

that he's lonely, or righteous, or insane

shooting fish in a barrel 

way out at lake on his ocean raft and a tireswing turned sideways

half naked 

we laugh then

he screams

and scares the birds from the trees

the bears from the fish

and my brave face from it's bubbles

the eyes of me want to look away

and my heart wants to shield

because it's a blade of grass in a grassfield

and the scream's not the sound

I hear 

it's something much louder

I can't say what it is

whatever it is

I'll wait for the wind to go away

and the coulee to clear it's throat and let out a long long passage

unidentifiable it is

what my best friend is

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

This is a very interesting poem. Reading it I was feeling a bit of mixed emotion. At the beginning it seemed happy and cheery but towards the end it seemed more serious.