Billy Tuggle
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Remember the night Jonathan died?
Was just messing around
on my brother’s computer
promoting
and over-reacting
and pontificating
You know, social media networking they called it
I got a strange sequence of
1’s and 0’s across my digital senses
Bidding peaceful rest to this muhfucka
This muhfucka ain’t but 6 months
older than me
Died of what???
There were no details… no rationale
Johnny Motion was too attached
to rhythms of this dimension
to just up and die
I mean, sometimes, he said he’d wanna cut the
chord
to Momma Earth
But could always spin
his way lose at dozens of
revolutions per minute
Red flags came when the person
on the other end
of the internet began to
ask questions
about unfinished projects…
“Do you have any video or audio that you’d like to share?”
Dude was “DEAD” for less than 48 hours
and the they’re asking about
“Tracks”
Not the untimely demise
and how somewhere
a mixing board weeps feedback
and a stylus rests
uncomfortably still
I made phone calls…
homeboy and girlfriend calls
Emailed unanswered emails
til I get a phone call
“Jonathan is right here”
As if I were bizarrely dreaming grabbed jacket in a haze
Tore ass across town to Chad’s
to disprove a hoax
Bullshit practical jokes
arrive to find,
putting the J down,
standing at the pool table
This river-deep-voiced,
miracle-handed
mover of butts chilling like
“What’s up?”
Chilling like
98.6 was room temperature
Chillin’ like
a super-spy who
evaded assassination
Again.
This month…
Reminding me…
that the grove is never undone
til the DJ is unspun
Reminding me
That no matter who
takes the needle
off of the record
the end is still the end
But you can’t end a party
til after you start one
and the last time he said it
He killed the whole fucking party