He was a special one
Staring down the barrel of a gun
He leaned against the wall
Expressionless; and me in thrall
I remember the pout
Of his lips and his clout
He was a beast
For me who ceased
Eyes glazed
Left me amazed
I put my hands
On his shoulders
Like sands
Crushed from boulders
Men’s hands built the world
But his mind is what thrilled
With his black wings unfurled
He built what he willed
He was a special one
Standing in the sun
Talked through his teeth
He let me beneath
The skin that holds him in
And let me hear the din
Of the monsters in his head
And the ferocious things they said
His way was “real cool”
Enough to keep me his fool
Yeah, he was a special one
And I just can’t let go of some
