Below heaven

The dregs of society usually gather again
at the end of mis-spent lives.
My best friend was there mouth a frenzy with
car motor jargon and thumbs up.
He suddenly attacked me out of the blue
with a steel pipe, the wind seemed to warn me.
Though my hand stung all the same from fending it off.
I asked him why, alas like a zombie he turned back
to his dregs like a zombie.
What a world full of garages and broken down 1990
model cars. This world below heaven.
I pondered this and how to get out-
when "bang" my friend was back with a saw
trying to cut off my arm.
I grabbed a nearby drill and worked it into his throat
I never could understand that surprised look in his eyes.