BrewNSpew reblogs

sometime in an August

words less spoken

Asa who laid in the Panhandle with
me you strung out on love i on wild chemistry from around the Tenderloin Asa
who lent me his Walkman for Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters as i stared into the
night sky higher than our hangout on Coit Tower Asa who was ecstatic when we
shared stories about the boys we kissed at the Trocadero on Wednesday nights as
i cried when you told me your fate Asa you with your toothy smile biting my
cherry Danish as you took off the shirt from your back to cover all of my track
marks when the workers came to take you away to your mother’s place in silence
and all i could do for you Asa was stand as the ambulance pulled away

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