Another dark night
the lights warm inside
we’d sit on green metal chairs
beside ourselves and the world.
Another Caramel Macchiato
with a straw too tall for the cup,
but proportions were always odd
in our judgments of the world.
Another one last Marlboro
lit despite the outspoken rain,
calming our hazardous obsessions
making something of the empty world.
Another friend I can’t forget
for better or for even worse
despite its worth, I’m gone
into another neck of the world.~