Last night I saw the universe
Draped in Jimi’s red velvet jacket
Reflected through a rain drop
(That landed on your skin by accident)
American summers, American boys
Bright skies flutter in your eyes
As you smoke and drink your Spirits
Teenage angst folded in the crease
Porcelain stained by cassette tape grease
Paint under your nails and forehead
You were quick to snatch your hand away
When I hastily reached in your direction
Always sixty-four years ahead of time
Paul isn’t dead but he sang his own eulogy
“First You, Then Me”
I’d be thrilled to learn it’s a trilogy