Michael کے بول

michael, where are you now? somehow in my excitement the last time you called, it slipped again to ask your hidden whereabouts i got a lead from your old triple ex-girlfriend, she said "i heard he lost his mind again" "again?" i said i didn't know that you ever did michael, where are you now? sleeping through the morning in flannel impaired getting high in southern air shoeless, sandy eveing down the unfamiliar last whiff of salt-water freedom skipping shells in the dead zone with the ghost on your side of the state borderline whispering "take it. . ." do you remember our first subway ride? our first heavy metal haircuts? our last swim on the east coast? and me with my ridiculous looking pierced nose? i remember your warm smile in the sun the daydreaming boy without a shirt on the birmingham barfly father left the mother of three sons you're the oldest juvenile delinquent bum my best friend