. . . . And I guess that’s what gets me
I don’t have you and I don’t have phil
And where does that leave me for male
Friends: even wacky ones like you or phil
Phil as we know - fell far short of you
Still his Jeep and his listening ear - made
A good friend - I don’t recall where I met
Him - he was army so was I - probably
There - being a lawyer has its privileges
Doing work for friends is not one of them
I’ve lost a few
If I do and don’t do well - a strike - if I do
And do - do well - I get to do it again - it’s
All a bunch of shit really - and phil is one of
One divorce - one name change and one I just
Would not do - so he stopped calling cuz after
All I owed him - I don’t know why I owed him
But he felt I did - so now you are dead & there’s
No phil to call at Costco anymore - when I see
You and I will see you again according to James
McCrae, a great and powerful poet, who hints
To bring scars home - that will be a scar I show
The many times I picked up the phone and heard
Can I ask a question, can you, will you, if you can
I assume you, O’Brien, will say the same thing to
Me - how many times did I answer you - and let
Ask - and take a little bit of my soul - so many bits