for a.k.s.
I hear her voice in my headphones
And I remember
Like an Engine, she played
The crowd thinned
The Jack, which I had bought for her
dwindled
We stood, ssssh! outside her bedroom door
and almost, not quite.
Muddled Ramblings and Half-Baked Ideas
Words and pictures and stuff
Jer- I think you should write a book of all this poem stuff, with everyones assorted poems, just cuz these are all f’ing great!
… and dies the little dreams of those others that stayed late that night…
Indeed, Adam, indeed. It was a long time before they all left, but in the end id didn’t matter and never could have.