Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

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    Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

    Once I had a friend, now lost,
    That I swore I would never forget
    Not a year will go by, ‘til the day that I die,
    That at least I will remember him yet.

    I can’t really say that I knew him-
    Tall, thin guy, with long, brown hair
    And those round, John Lennon glasses,
    Loved to smoke pot, and drank lots of beer.

    Trippy Larry we called him, a real nice guy
    Mostly quiet, but boy could he laugh,
    And man, he sure liked to shake it,
    With James Brown on the phonograph.

    Sometimes though, when he’d been drinking,
    He’d go silent, and just sit, stroking his arm-
    The one with all the rippling scars
    That he called “souvenirs of Khe Sanh.”

    His Viet Nam vet bro tried to tell me-
    “Poor Old Larry was in nasty shit.
    A lot of his buddies got wasted there,
    And Larry, he ain’t over it yet.”

    One night, I don’t know the reason,
    Larry picked me to have a talk-to
    He told me, ”Every night is a nightmare,
    I hear screaming, smell fire, and taste smoke.”

    “I really can’t wait to be going,
    Yep, I think I’ll be checking out soon.
    There’s nothing to keep me from leaving,
    I am nothing, like air on the Moon.”


    “Only one thing’s been keeping me going,
    ‘sides my friends, and I’ll miss them alright.
    It’s knowing that I’ll be forgotten
    It won’t matter a shit that I died.”


    Well, I was stoned, so I said “No way, Larry!”
    And I swore by the joint in my hand
    That even if no one else did, I’d remember
    At least once every year- “Understand?”

    We talked and we toked, swapping lots of bad jokes,
    And he seemed to feel better by morning,
    But in all that was said, as I went off to bed,
    I never heard in his words their warning.

    When I went by the place Tuesday morning
    Where the group of Nam vets liked to sit,
    They told me Old Larry was missing,
    Sunday morning, he’d had some sort of fit.

    The note finally found on the counter
    Started out, “Dear Mother and Dad,
    I can’t be your son any longer,
    The things that I’ve done are too bad.”

    Well, we all got wasted that weekend,
    Hoisted plenty in Old Larry’s name,
    Then we all had to get back to business
    In this world so clearly insane.

    I was still very young when that happened
    Lots of things to forget, you’d have thought,
    But once Ich hatt Ein Kamerade
    Trippy Larry, I still ain’t forgot.

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    ajbird commented on Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

    06-10-2009

    Charlie Company first battalion 4TH Marines April-1967 through May 4TH 1968. Some of U.S. can easily relate, Myself for one will never be right! Thank You May God Bless John Bird

    StandingBear commented on Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

    06-04-2009

    Yes, unforgettable characters we meet along life's path. Clearly resuscitates memories of a fellow i met long ago that i'd called Acid Tommy. Great write. 10

    Hiporlacking commented on Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

    06-04-2009

    This is def. one of the better pieces I have seen on this site. Keep writing sir. I will stay tuned.

    castlemist commented on Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

    06-04-2009

    I really appreciate the way you weave you story in this. The simple rhymes match the theme. Great work my friend. Jerry

    aggieprof commented on Elegy for Trippy Larry- Semper Fidelis

    06-03-2009

    Wow!! Beautifully done. You had me in your grip from start to finish. The rhythm and flow are excellent.

    gmcookie

    06/03/2009

    See Aggie.. I told ya! hehe

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