the first peice i wrote ... crazy story

If I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take.
He is here. I can hear him.
He’s upstairs. I’ll go tell him to keep it down.
Where is he? His cigarette is in the ashtray lit.

He’s not gone. He wouldn’t leave. We already went through this phase.
He’s not gone. He wouldn’t leave. We already been through those days.

He needs his medication . where is Gus. GABE?! Where is Gus. He’s not here.
Mom, Gus died last week.
Stop messing around your confusing Maxine.

This isn’t going to be it. This can’t be it.
He was going to grow into a tree into a man into a God in his own.

I have to find him! He’ll be in Rittenhouse!

Walking down Locust crossing 18th. The Curtis building

His friends haven’t seen him either.
How could I let him jus run all over me.
He went here, the Curtis building
I can hear him playing.

I can hear him playing.
I can hear him playing

This is all he does. Run all over and then go and try and impress me. I remember his teacher said they were
right here if I
ever
wanted to hear him play

Piano is covered. It smells of linseed oil. The gray walls start to sit on my chest and put there fingers
around my through until I feel that last bit of air slip away.

I fall back into a hallway. His hallway, yes this is his door.
May be I should knock…. He needs to feel like he has privacy….

I see his paintings on the walls, but not his walls… where am I? where am I? where am I?

Not another injection I can find him I can find him.