June 12, 2012

Phantom lightning. This was
the last thought before sleep;
you see, I saw it,

just before I laid my body down,
and then my head, and then my
brain switched
to off, to dream, to…

***

Try as I might,
–& I know this sounds trite–
but I can’t not write

about what I miss.

***

‘You can fuck anyone’ he stated
duly, and puffed the cigarette
like a joint. He said this as

common knowledge is said.
But, he went on, ‘what I miss,’
puff, ‘what I can’t do anymore…’

and his friend broke eye contact
with the moon and shifted attention
to the human source of stimulus,

(NIGHT. EXT. ROOFTOP.)

‘…I can’t hold anyone’s hand,
y’know? Why the fuck would
I hold anyone’s hand?’ And
his friend said, ‘yeah,’ and
went back to moon viewing.

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