seventeen.

fan mail for daniel.

if i painted you a picture

i'd use lots of black paint

and red, & brown

because life is shit.

i'd use a fat brush

and lots of strokes

to show i know you are complex,

made up of many parts.

if i sang you a song

i couldn't sing in tune

i wouldn't need to.

i'd just have to yell a lot

with passion, to sound like

that nihilistic shit you listen to.

i have written stories for you

sunk low then lower to impress you, 

tattooed your name on my arse.

- your loyalty drags us all along

you and your crew, we rise and fall together.

you are my brother from another mother,

you are strong like ten men

and stunted like a puppy runt.

you are clever like a dictionary

and feral as a fine porn mag.

zen brother, big brother, drunk brother

you taught me men can 

feel and listen, every day

you help me find

the middle way...

      it's just between fuck up lane

      and fuck you avenue.

it's in our blood brother

to travel on dreams

and trade in the romance

of the road.