Ode to Brian

Last night I dreamt of you - again

Your tattered face was worse than I imagined

Torn, ruined, surgically-enhanced

Memories of what used to be

come to mind

Nights of teenage revelry

Without a care in the world

Except listening to you practice

in that storage unit

megaphone in tow

You crafting your art into what it is now -

super stardom

Who would’ve thought

that it would turn into this

I don’t think you did. Maybe you did?

I sure as hell did not.

Boy was I wrong.

If I had loved you then as you lusted after me

Where would we be today?

Where would I be?

I often wonder...