HUGH

Holding the full moon; I was by far; I was going down the road feeling bad

Unfolding was the soon to be “of him’s black and green car”; in which I discovered my dead comrade

Golden in my ear was still the tune, of my friends clever records; eternal peace; kind words

atleast; for the beast, Is all I had

Hovering above me; already in his own heaven; “That goon”; was bent already severed;

and no one quite knew "the actual reason" why he died and no one remembered.

- AD

- 3-31-24

- 4:56am