alonenaz Poetry (2)

twas the night before raceday and all thru the house, not a motor was starting except for my mouse, with its 15 inch slicks and its 411 gears, its four inch exaust pipes will hurt your ears ,and its fiberglass body and its tubular frame uncorked or corked up they both sound the same, with its duel turbo charged big block it beats every car,it almost breaks thru its thick wheelis bars weve been racing all night and the cars are alright here comes the cops quick run for your life

these thoughts are for alan be they happy or sad /for he walked the earth never knowing the love that he had/ alan tryed to stand tall and though his father did see in his mind this accomplishment was never to be/he was more quiet than others / more loving than some what once was dazed and confused now is comfortably numb/happy and contented was what he wanted to be and i know god can give this now alan is free