there was you
sittin' at the edge of the table
talkin' bout bob dylan
speedballs, metamphetamines
5 and things you never tried
there was you
talkative as ever
displaying your grandeur
entering the smoke circle
10 with an awful grin on your face
i don't know bout you
but i remember everything
and i would slap you in the face
if i could
15 i just don't know
dream of getting off me
breathe again
and close the door
will you?
edward h. maller (Athens, GA, 1981)
