Yofe is in Rome!
Dan is in room.
I am on big black chair
facing Dan in room.
Jenny is in Crown Heights
apartment, getting up and,
ass included, walking
toward big bronze tea mug
maybe.
(And when the cold ice hits
is nice!)
Yofe is in Rome!
Matt is six blocks from Jenny,
culturing himself according to his
hour-by-hour morning-made schedule!
Or no! It's the weekend.
5:32. He is
is he schedulelessly being a
warm worm?
Him he's eez uh now a
bare-footed Beatles poster acid wanker
on that pickly cotton couch??
Or is he a Onezied up Superman, Grey and Prickly Couch, comes opens door
goes 'Hi' high pitched almost with like a mmm low hummm
before Raising of Cheekbones,
Lift of Leg,
Waggle of his ass, then he leads me to
Mom Candy from the Mail?
Is he, with rubber-bottomed feet
zipped-up towards the top of him, reading
his first novel
to himself? Printed out single-sided
at a FedEx for 42 dollars,
now he counts its words, adjusts the meaningless names to
ones would honor friends, make them smile when they get to it.
He even asks for smiley faces
penciled in
next to the parts we smiley at
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