I’ve found myself here again.
The place we vowed never to return. Somehow it happened.
The exit map on my palm is smeared with your cryptic words
I can’t decipher them now.
How did we lose each other, Al? We were going along so famously. Where are you now?
Be my friend, Al.
I’m calling for you — why aren’t you picking up the telepathic phone?
My dime can’t stretch that long — it’s going to cu-
I need a friend, Al.
Hopeless-ness
Has made a bed
Of my face….
Fold me up
Put me in your pocket – next to your leaky pen
Let me rest my ear against your, warm, beating heart
I want to hear
something
other than my own
break-ing….