He’s a Satanist now

I knew him as a young man
full of ideas
he wrote
played in a band
and lived, man
he fucking lived.
We’ve met over the years
and I remember
the detail
his loves
the drinking years
yellow of hep
bands that stopped calling
lost track of him for a decade
until we meet again
in that old street our feet know
and he was gone
no memory of our conversations
between the years
so told newer stories
to fit this new audience
wanting to give out the best
rather than the holes
in his fading raincoat
he’s a Satanist now
and has forgotten
it was his truth
that held him as friend

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