For Tink

 

I miss you, Tink.

I’d no idea.

I thought you’d up

and left us here.

 

But no, it has

you in its jaws.

Oh, Tink, I’d have

it fucking floored.

 

There’s nothing, though,

that I can do.

I miss you, Tink.

Just see it through.

 

Just see it through,

our gorgeous Tink;

just day by day

and start to think

 

of HJ’s up

on mountain bends,

and all they’ll let

us do again.

 

Tell God, as well,

to play his role.

I miss you, Tink,

you fuckin’ soul.