Your Name's Not Down You're Not Coming In

More thoughts on Ben:

I think I must have deep down decided

he passed more than me

so everyone loved him better

and he talked more than me as well

and my interiority seemed like his

lack of

so I flaked him like flint

until he took me karting 

in his parking attendant vest

and then we came home and 

we tried to sing like 

voix mysteres des bulgares

because I was deep in figuring out

Logic Pro in hidden opposition

to my bandmates

and later I learned that when 

he worked the doors

he got every racial epithet under 

the sun anyway

and to his eternal credit he didn't break character

until one evening 

late in his career

someone tried to

break his ear piece and 

by his own admission

he punched that person a 

'few more times than he needed to'

I smiled to myself

go get 'em champ 

something I'd encourage in him

not my son.