I remember the day
when we went out
for a drink
or two
I remember it so vividly
in this old box of mine
that rests wearily
upon my shoulders
I recall taking you back to work
"I'll pick you up at eight"
I said to you
I did
Then of course
we called up the old gang
you and I
and went in search
of mayhem
loose women
and looser talk
Not much on the former, eh, o' buddy o' mine
Oh no, but plenty of the latter
which is usually
the case
You had just been introduced
to a **** cider
that you gulped like a drowning musk rat
then you were sick
and we called out
the
staff
who hurried and hustled
with a bucket of their finest
tap water
I watched in hysterics
as I patted your back
and watched the street lights
as they made your innards glisten
AND THE SHINE!
Oh, that perfect
shine
as the water washed away your remains
Poetic foreshadowing I am afraid, mate
as a bucket called Cadillac
washed up your remains
many years later
over the asphalt
AND THE SHINE!
Oh, that perfect shine
that a once pure immaculate light that was your enduring spirit
had waned
long before the wax melted.