These days it requires more than just being a writer!

Sid understood he was nothing

Born on the wrong side of the tracks
Another human lost to a locomotive
That's how it was addressed
Page 40 of the Sunday press
Right next to the end!


Two nights before
We were at Jacks
Drinking Schlitz beer
Shots of Wild Turkey
Broke man's fuel
Carrying on with old stories
Shit told thousand times before
Sid just wasn't himself
Finishing his last shot
Said he just needed to take a nap
Found him near our playground
Where the river flowed
Guess he wanted to rest
Only place filled with happiness
We all came from train wrecks
Our playground wasn't fancy
Didn't have a jungle gym
Most of the signs read
No Trespassing
Keep Out
High Voltage
Dangerous Current

There we gathered
Smoking weed
Drinking Schlitz beer
Fishing for nothing
Since age eleven
1987

Sid was cremated
Parents didn't have a nickel
Not sure they found all the pieces
We celebrated
Drinking Schlitz
Downing Wild Turkey
Inhaling green magic
Retelling those same stories
Reliving a golden moment


Sometimes
Sometimes it's just the time


Sid left on his terms
In a place that was closer to home


It takes more than just being a writer
To have the world read another
Shitty story!

Gocni Schindler