Chris Skiles
Earl McSwagger
Met Nowhere Man once;
he met him through a friend. And that friend
Was John Lennon.
They became besties at once; Earl was
the cool one and Nowhere Man
was the dunce.
Earl called him “Nowhere”, for short;
Many a long evening they sat
Smoking on the porch
Reliving long ago tales, about women
And port; a good time, all in all
They had on the porch.
But now,
Earl was getting old; even now
he had to shiver
in the cold Alaska cold.
All he wanted now, was to sit
in the shade; read a book under a tree
On a sunny sunny day; maybe, perhaps
By a Spring in a glade
But He’d call Nowhere Man, and tell him his age
About how they both were virgins
And had never been laid.
They never thought too seriously about that
With all the world to save. Anyway that’s best said
later, right now the cold nights freezing
Their ass off.
Well right now Earl and his friend knew
they had to die; but not without a farewell
Or a long lost Good-bye! No it was after one last
Adventure, that they parted and cried.
“Seems we made it, Nowhere,” Earl said, not meaning
To be sly. But so it ended, their final
goodbye.
But not really.
They had 100,000 eternal returns
living the same lives over and over again;
But finally god let them rest, to never turn over
again.
Right before Earl died
He dug his own grave. (Barehanded, I
must say
On a freezing cold day).
Occasionally an alien antelope
Will look at the grave
Or the aurora borealis
will shine down on him,
Lonely and brave
And he’ll think out loud, quite lonely, to God,”
My life
sure was fuckin’ . . . odd.
But god will say
You finally made it, you wretched beast.
Dying for you is nothing in the least
Now go, my son, rest in peace;
One day your woods will turn over another leaf
And we’ll all be the better for you,
Rest in Peace.