HEY BROTHER JOE
You've been gone now so long
I forget about you, what you wore
and how you looked. Only these
fucked-up old pictures bring it back.
Part geek, part stranger, what the Hell.
Everywhere you went, it was as if
something else just landed - some
wild grimace of an angrier time.
You never spoke much, except
about dying. I've never tried
it, and not for the trying,
all this crying. Now.
Now, all gone
and gone
away.
away.
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