24 Apr 2009
Dear Spike (At One).
Gorjus wrote this for the occasion of Spike’s birthday. All I have to say is, best godfather ever.
Dear Spike (At One)
Before you were born, your momma
used to drink buckets of beer and quote Smiths lyrics,
used to make grown men blush and stammer.
Before you were born, your daddy
drank bourbon and spraypainted Oxfords
with slogans like “frustrated artist.”
It was all very glorious, the nineties
(don’t listen to what you will hear
when you get older).
Dear Spike,
Before you were born, your momma
and me used to ride in the Camino, drinking
booze, singing with a busted speaker.
Before you were born, your daddy
taught me about punk rock bands up in Memphis, and
various rooflines, Mansard and such.
It was all very glorious, those kind days
(even before they met, before
you even got named).
Dear Spike,
Before you were born, your momma
and your daddy would eat at the Mexican joint
down the street, and drink Margaritas.
Just look at that Polaroid, they’d
laugh and they’d flirt, and then they would hold hands under
the table and well of course elsewhere.
It was all very glorious, their new love
(shiny and fragile like a sigh,
or a new cobweb).
Dear Spike,
None of those things were worth a damn,
none of it mattered in the slightest
compared to you, to you, to you.
April 24th, 2009 at 8:49 am
Aww. That is perfect. Love it.
April 24th, 2009 at 9:23 am
I love this.
April 24th, 2009 at 9:46 am
Hooray for Spike!! And gorjus!!
April 24th, 2009 at 10:59 am
Luvverly.
April 24th, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Best Godfather Ever, indeed. Very, very sweet.
April 24th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Very, very awesome.
How did our babies get to be this big?
April 25th, 2009 at 7:25 am
It is beautiful
April 25th, 2009 at 8:11 pm
Aww, I love this! Lame, teary-eyed mom over here.