susan

like finding out weeks later an old friend is gone.

 

 

 

Sometimes you cant finish things.

The puzzle of castles we would never visit

or even know to find

 

 

the order of apples, the Jonagold's

the Honey-Crisps that last seemingly for

weeks. For centuries. F**k it.

 

You would show me the Charles Bronson

movie where the BETA tape had paused,

his hair so black before pneumonia;

 

after his prison days. His bad movies

somewhat like your pies, warm

yet better unfinished.

 

We would pull off our shirts, me and Martin,

to bare our knuckles in a waif of friendship/

for you,

 

this morning I found a poem you wrote

about the way hearts can break

when one is young and overdosed on verbs,

 

warm as apple places whence

fair privilege is conveyed;

and it is yesterday,

already.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"overdosed on verbs" reminded me of steve martin once talking about his new novel...and how once he started using verbs his novels really picked up..

ah yes..youth, craziness...reckless abandon...one of my very old friends called today...hadn't talked with her for several years...

it was good...we talked about how reckless we were back then...yesterdays come fast.
we need appreciate them...i had good yesterdays with another dear friend...but there were only yesterdays...the todays never arrived as she died in a fire many years ago.

jacob

[Bob Sherunkle]

Vey well written.As Lydia mention,BETA tapes,jeez,that takes me back.

[Lydia Shutter]

“His bad movies
somewhat like your pies, warm
yet better unfinished.” Marvelous simile here.

The melancholy remembrances in this one drew me in. When we are young, everything is different. The apples are crisper, the friendships rosier, the adventures sweeter. Youth would be better left unfinished, wouldn’t it be? The mention of a BETA tape really brought me back. Didn’t think anyone remembered those anymore. The emotions in this write are bittersweet....a poignant beauty. Lydi**