God Only Knows

July 5, 2025

Brian died

taking

part of me

with him

The part

that he

lent me

in 1966

Brian died

and the

colors

diminished

The notes

out of rhythm

and time

— left unmixed

(Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)

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