A congested companion,
Swollen, unseen sorry, strange and new
Somewhen from fun it went
To the gravel roads and back
To the train rails and forward
A rolling to which they’d fatally know
Saw a haze, saw my life
Without friend
Loves for the play and such
Never meant much
But a friend just as clutched
Bare teeth and bare foot
Wisp on whim of shrunken denim red
Early to caffeine, early to bed
A warm braise on skin
The stretch on the lint
And the thought of fading
Fading friends.
Cold.
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