John and I

everyday,

he sends an email that reads:

“you should be a way better person.”

 

each day I reply,

“you should find a better way to say that.”

 

when we were kids,

we just punched each other a lot,

ate mushrooms

and tried to form whole universes

based on creative profanity

and surrealist cookie dough.

 

I’m not sure if we’re growing

or shrinking;

 

I’m not sure if it matters.

 

at least we're trying.

 

when we burn out,

there’ll be a smoke trail that

others can follow to our

beautiful Nothing;

 

another thumbtack hole in the drywall

to fill with toothpaste

before the meaty shell

is finally evacuated;

 

before Good and Evil

divvy up the divide.

 

and,

besides all of that,

I should be a way better person.

 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

An excellent look through your unique perspective.

[roarke]

interesting portrayal of a friendship. but then I can't see a friendship involving you anything but interesting.

[OT]

"when we were kids,
we just punched each other a lot,
ate mushrooms
and tried to form whole universes
based on creative profanity
and surrealist cookie dough." - sounds like a mighty good way to spend those days ha - nicely put!