little bit of gold

when he died he left no will

& his overgrown kids fought over

his motorcycles

the little bit of gold he had

rings chains with pendants

began using lawyers to spite each other

who of course gobbled up

any value there was there

& going to his funeral

I dragged out the new colors he’d given me

when I finally became a member of the MC

I’d kept those for best

preferring the battle scars of my old cut

gained in prospecting on my back

& this was that special occasion

my brother gone

to the big clubhouse in the sky

& there in the pocket

unfound until now

a chain for me

just a little bit of gold

to remember him by

& you can be sure I did not tell his kids

about that

RIP Flomp