I had the words I thought
and the thoughts
disappeared

you embraced me
like  youthful
green shoots wrap around
ancient branches

It felt warm
like spring rain
yet cold as death

You change
each time I visit you
your nails your words
I dust your books
yellow poems
white coffee mugs
you sing new songs
and I try to smile

"Yo Man !"

"Yo Man !"


While kitchen sink
overflows

there shall be
fireworks
Vessels hollow
Hollow as sky
Tears vaporize
 
Fragments
of dew and
morning grass
photographs
The birthdays...

Friends

Not friends

I grey I grey
And guitar strings
gather rust

After this
and many of these
Too shall there be

spring rains -

a nice hair cut -

love -

or maybe a lover


but  that wont be
happy
nor really sad

The night deepens