I thought of you today, old friend
As they shouted out to eat the phone book
Do you remember coming home and finding me
Beneath the bed
Staring at the springs
Claiming to be totally sober
Long time since sober
I tried to tell you on your last dot com
But lost five years in replying
You were no longer there
Recalling days of innocence
Halcyon days-
I laughed with Luke a I mispronounced it
Most nights
Returning from the pub
With Kith and Bodge and Coley
We watched some late night TV
Now it never shuts down
If still we were there we would sit up all night and bore ourselves to sleep
You always
(despite denials)
pulled down on your nose
before dropping your shreds
Quaint we said.
So now a lifetime later I click in the ether
Dr. John told us it wasn’t there
But we try to speak through that which does not exist
Except through a go between
Civil servant trained super efficient waiting to be of service, Sir.
The old home town looks the same but smaller
(syndrome)
Tip of the iceberg
Double you double you double you Dot
Outside the Mexican beers line up
Playing for San Tiana
They’re killing your soldiers below
Is this my Alamo?