He and his friend were John Lennon fans
and on a rare visit to his home, we jammed.
He was tall and ill dressed, the type
that dropped sheet music in school hallways
and ran like a girl, but no one said anything.
His brother had stayed in his bedroom
next to the music room almost all the time.
Later i read he had pornography plastered
on every inch of every wall -- slept with it,
comfy like a womb.
I saw the one that got away at a track meet
still with rope burns around her wrists.
She was the quietest silence i've ever seen.
After all these years, this is still-life
like old photos.
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