Babs

August 2, 2011




Babs was a beautiful girl...
Could have been a model.
She reminds me of a butterfly.
I knew her from school
And there she was...
Hanging out on the street
With the hippies.

I hadn't seen her around
Til one night
We were watching a band
And she showed up.
We had great laughs
And started hanging out.

Through days and nights
We crashed in lots of places...
Mansions and crash pads.
She showed me all her friends...
The kind of crowds
I hadn't seen before...
Some heavy drugs...
Some shooting up...
Gay crowds...
Alley crowds...
Crazy people...
Cool people...
She knew a lot of people...
Street people.

I wasn't deep into drugs.
I didn't sleep around...
I just hung out and crashed.
We had some great times...
But, it was too much for me...
Just a bit too much...
And we parted ways.

She married a guy.
Then... he was paralyzed
In a swimming accident
Diving into a pool.

I didn't see her for many years.
Then one day I heard...
Beautiful Babs was killed.
The car she was in
Hit a tree at the lake.

She died standing up
Through the sun roof.




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