The Downer

Behind the door he, in death, lay- - - Hey, who has seen my Brad today? Come on man, you and I are tight. It’s just, well, I like him in sight. His glassy eyes, no warmth bestowed- - - He and Jones hauled a double load. For that same no insurance dude? Hey, you don’t have to come unglued. A face once taut, now sagging down- - - Get that phone will you Tot, I’m wound. It’s for you Gin, sounds like the feds. Dang Tot, you need to get off meds. I’m sorry he has been through a lot- - - Oh my God why has Brad been shot? The gangs Ginnie, sell protection. They practice raids to perfection. He heard her sob from far away- - - Perhaps it all renews some day. She knew this kind of love can’t die. It just wears thin the more you cry. © May 2011 Charles Henderson