poem about old friends

poem about old friends sitting on the bed, stretched out in the living room.

The people you know well-is it that they are uniquely

a bunch of crazy,

or is it just that I know them well, see past novelty?

this poem about old friends who come by and say hello, who drive you home,

who show up at your opening without asking. They don't say congratulations,

they just stay until the end. They just hug you the way they always have, but longer. They just hang out with each other and talk about you. They don't use your jargon, wouldn't give you the satisfaction. These friends see past your novelty, not amazed. These old friends, they stay until the end. They hug you the way they always have, but longer.

Giving Up

sleep too long to ever not again
old age red sauce, arm in a sleeve
arm in a sleeve

blueberry binge, sonnet tank head
inevitable enemy, foot in a shoe
foot in a shoe

"Do you remember Peggy?"

Maybe if I saw her (sock grows long,
sock grows long.)

No need to pull up
or adjust, to powder or
protect

arm in a arm in a arm in a shoe shoe shoe shoe shoe

LALENE (FOR KINZUA)

I like to think of you out on dates
in New York City, running into
other dates, also out on dates.

My dispatch is:
here it’s not
quite that.

Though yesterday I molded
a shallow pumpkin scone, yellow
instead of orange,

heard old forgotten harmony
as the flour fell
the sift.

The house felt like
a ship about to topple, bamboo at
the window, blowing,

even as my mom tried out
something on piano,
first time since I’ve been home.

I read your story early this morning,
one long breath
seasoned with your signatures.

At some point past, I know
we all had a picture
of how we would become,

tiger girl running towards
the campfire, adults in houses,
full on light and yogurt.

Boss

Years later,

we seemed to cross paths

inside the Virgin business class lounge.

I should have said hello.

Whatever.

I was out of it.

I thought I had swine flu.

I like to talk about how I first did coke with you.

How you met a lawyer online and

had a sadomasochistic relationship with him.

Years before,

it was playful enough.

But I think something deep seated and spiteful

reared up

when you passed me that dog suit

and instilled in me the nature

of hard work.

My mum did that already

with a stupid hospital laundry job.

Covered in shit.

Thanks a bunch, mum.

I once cleaned encrusted milk product off the pipes

of a dairy.

Thanks,

a

BUNCH!

You could have had me scraping gum off the floor,

or kicking the professors back into line.

I mean, anything really.

Do you know how I made it look like

I was doing overtime?

More fool you!

I was glumly looking at porn.

Hmm.

And on

Crawling sea-wise and scarling,
she could be a mud doctor:
ashen, blind, earthy.

We are China bound, and don't dream of impeding,
the inchworms, the locusts.

brief

a time
i wish
could be longer
but feels like
forever
and forever ago

New York Desert Narrative

link

no

sand stretch, desert deep

bridge

no

how did i get here if...

road

no

who do i know

no

who is not looking

to comedy

for help

one last noble thing

no

Not a librarian. I am not a gardener.

Bleecker Bob's is closing. Nothing connects.

Silencio oh no

my fear is more powerful
than my words
I had too many words
to say to you
so I froze