I couldn’t sleep. I wrote a poem about
@Gary Mitchell and our friendship.
If you lived across the block
I was six, you were five
We’d have cups and strings
We would be saying things
like “copy/ hey you?”
“Aeroplane or helicopter?”
“Shhh I hear my momma”
Me and you, on my block
Cups and strings, just to talk
If it were 1942
We’d be in striped pajamas
Damp bunks, full heads
Lookin across edges of beds
Saying things like “hey you”
“I bet I can stare as long as you”
“What’s there to do?”
Me and you, 1942
Full heads, no shoes
If high school hit us both
at the same time
We’d be laughing in the lunch line
Known as the nice kids
Saying things like “hey you”
“There’s gum on your shoe”
“Let me get that for you”
Me and you, lunchroom B
Ham and cheese, mayo please.
If it were 3022
We’d be in pods floating about
Blinking lights all around
Going “doo do”
Saying “hey you”
“Pewww peww”
“I got you!”
Me and you, space station 42
Peeww peeew.
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I hope you like it Gary.