Sep 4, 2017
apocryphal thing
Fruit flies drift around my glass-pipe. Cheeba
spirits --- perhaps? A friend sends me ink flow
pix, thick thighs, spandex and short-shorts, extra
around the belly. I love my friend, though
we're a world apart. Ghosts are everywhere,
like love. Dr. Teeth told us to, “Begin,
Believe, Begat.” But to start an affair
is an apocryphal thing with a friend.
Everything will change. I brush away specks.
On the laptop, Ganjasaurus Rex, plays.
I feel that heavy cold spot when I'm not
doing right but that need for friends, love, sex
leaves me low. To be appeased with just praise;
to have someone who might quell my distraught.