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We Let Joe Drive

We are lolling and giggling
in the back seat of the sheik’s car
to another unknown destination
on another adventure.

I’m game. I am just months
back from the Sunshine State,
still burning from re-entry.

Displacement doesn’t suit me
and I am often angry
because volatility is better
than admitting I’m afraid, better than
looking beyond 3A, through
the pot smoke and into the future.

We ride in the back
seat dying laughing and never
really explaining ourselves.

I don’t think to wonder
if I’ll want to go back and bottle
these endless possibilities
and resell it to myself as the nectar
of foolish youth. I can’t imagine
winter here let alone
a Spring without Joe, somewhere
off in that nebulous future I’m trying to avoid.

Joe drives, regales us with stories,
schemes, plans. Over coffee,
The Big Time
is always within reach.

like a cat in a corner…

He says that those days are gone,

And I tell him I’m well aware,

That I’ve said my so longs,

I just saw these regrets coming from elsewhere.

I explain I want not for nostalgia to become tangible;

Asking not for the heartache to get worse.

It just those days creep in so resiliently forceful,

Giving way to canyons worth of memories to traverse.

I fret over loyal shouts which have turned to whispers,

Those constant companions who now are but peripheral shadows,

I muse over the thought I could be a fastener,

A maestro to keep us all in synchronized tempo.

He restates that those days are gone,

And I tell him it is still deserving of pause.

That all the kinships we had set upon,

Should be worth enough to produce some cause.

Another example I am told of having a want to believe,

That things can get better when you wear your heart on your sleeve.

brown bag book cover…

I dreamt last night that we were infinite,

As if mathematics could somehow prove we were real…

As if our square root could undo lifetimes worth of                                     uncommon denominators and imaginary numbers.

If I had only remembered the remainder, something                                     different would have occurred.

A new product would have been found

I dreamt last night that long division was as complicated as life gets,

and that real love was as simple as 3rd grade romance.

But when I woke up your eyes reminded me that I never passed calculus

As that you were made of cos’s and sins.

So I put my head back on my textbook pillow

and decided to give me calculator away…

I never liked math anyway.

co-written years ago with the very talented Sydney Roberts.