My best friend two years ago this month died,

He never in life to me lied,

He said he’d come back in a dream,

He wasn’t kidding; the dream last night was a scream…

It seems we dropped some acid,

Then drove to Canada for some gas,

We lost the car in a mountain pass,

Then a “trip” through a rotting city was for us cast…

All part & parcel of this nightmare,

Still, I talked to my dead friend without a scare,

It was like he came back to life for a short time,

Long enough to put into my mind this rhyme.