is that even your name now?
remember the time before fb, when
we sat in our rooms, dialing up maybe
chatting or posting on the board. god
what great sand paintings we did. a drop here
from dancer, a dribble from dj, a washover from nat?
miss you. i'm old now. lol i can hear dancer cackle
even if he'd be offended by the gender implied he is
i swear cackling at my pussy self, less than 60,
claiming old and i gotta remind you all that age
is a state of mind. i'm tired jack. i k now you know what i mean.
i'm thre with you in that hot florida night, tv on
mom and her in the kitchen drinking coffee, laced
you, cuddled with your bottle on the couch and you think maybe
you'd like to walk down to the flamingo and see who's playing pool
maybe someone will buy you a drink without asking you
to perform, for an audience of one, the dharma bum facade
which come to think on it
is becoming more rare as the years go by
even as more people are getting on the road
listening to jazz, in-te-grate-ing the lessons you imparted
in your youth. ahhhh jack. . you know you didn't waste it
but look at me, i did. and now you're a lawyer in fancy
new house, sans front porch and, i'm sure, stripper pole
hiding behind sobriety in society and you never write anymore.
and i'm in a trailor in a trailor park, with a bad hose smoking weed
passing out before midnight and i never write anymore too.
so right about now i'd grab a smoke
and read over what i just wrote then post it
but there's no where i want to. our community was mortal.
everything ends. what i want to know
is when is gonna be spring again?