A little like poetry

-For Enqing,
and his midnight adventures


Inside the Bean and Dancing with Leaves

I spend your sunrises sleeping
You spend my sunsets awake
Taking each coming and going-
the way others choose to hate

Wool unravels, much like your days,
for you to knit- count & create
A year-long week, peppered with chauvinist pigs
But you'll always eat what's on your plate

Friend you've lost to his vizard,
Watching others build facades
You step, unhesitant.
Declining cigarettes
and joked offers of sex
You walk, in wet cement

Midnight runs and guns that stun,
Journal entries on serviettes
Strolls in the rain, keeping yourself sane
Grateful, for Another's footsteps.

You spend some sunsets QT-ing,
I might toast mine with drinks.
Thank God for that 1963,
And alarm clocks that don't ever have to ring.

-March 25th 2008