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3.15.2006

Hit Hit oo shi. . . . .

Sitting dead to the world
On the far, torn corner of Public Transit
Eyes flipping through the book of last night’s dream
Whatever happened to Hitoshi?

He colored his manga
After reading it twice
And played his electric guitar in the nude
He was misunderstood
Whatever happened to Hitoshi?

As I ride my train
Through the hooded airport
And see his foot steps on the concourse
Green Nikes, of course
Whatever happened to Hitoshi?

Goodbye, my friend.
11:15 AM
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