there was a great storm last night
mall night the thunder hammered
branches fell
rain fell
lots and lots of rain
i drempt of old friends
are they dead now?
they looked much better than when last i saw them
i remember the passion
what was the rest of the time?
”we should watch a movie together
we should do coke together
we should make love together
we should sleep together
i am just here to pleasure you”
all the way out
to Avenue O
…
i was in a forest
sleeping next to someone
hello old friend
this one
that one
good as new
good as any
unique
name name
that's ok
he didn’t sleep well
i did
though i kept waking
all that noise
and all that feeling
…
this morning
i gave a good massage
then went to Cataract Falls
i remember going there often in my youth
(maybe only once)
i remember the water was low
and walking out into the rock bed
the holes from time
time
can be seen
clearly
cut through by water
“the largest waterfall in indiana”
(“oh, Owen: are you there. . . ?”)
today the banks were swollen
the river chocolate milk
torrent
there was a large tree
perhaps the largest tree in Indiana
an honor to be in its presence
and trees that flower
and a sense that things were “back to normal”
and everyone suffers with what they have. . . even if / especially if it’s everything they want
…
perhaps my cold sore is getting too involved
being “an angel in a land of sunshine”
where freedom has a different meaning
all i can do is witness
and be
model freedom
to the best i can be free
what is the beat use of my being?
i don’t know yet
but for now
its just this
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