in my town
a notorious philosopher sat on the wall...

This decaying mezzanine
rusted and green...

You woke in the hospital and
for a second the world felt stable...

It took 3000 tons of asphalt
to stamp out the long-residing...

I remember you
bandaged...

and on the last day,
our very last day...

Paraphrasing a pretty poem;
I pluck paper pedals...

Understanding one another
is cliche...

Privileged as I was to pass through the country
on a slick set of foreign rubber...

Let’s go grab coffee
and I can savor your heroic ego...

Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...

So sore I
can't handle a toothache...