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
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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