Dad's beer @ Duffy's w/
Cole
Justin
Mike
I locked the looks of a girl
I threw that away
the snow is so close
to being gone for two seasons
the stereo's did nothing for me
but it was good to see Cole
we had a window booth
O street trickling w/ midwest
the most recent of the billion-billion days
is gone & isn't it funny to think about
us w/ our pressures & worries
or what we think are those things
the space wind miniaturizes the prizes
of what we could hope for in ambition
but to crave for solid relationships
is something I certainly understand
Justin tells stories
my attention wanders in & out of them
it flashes southern Utah
& the noises of lungs drawing red air
then to Chicago in Justin's story
& Cole offers to buy us tallboys
we slurp them down quickly
I talk to Mike about a SP CE poster
I think about Paul not drinking
we tell Cole about our studio upstairs
we go there & do & Justin tells more
reads a poem of his to us plastered
against the walls on a tuesday
my legs pushed out on the floor
crawling in the trenches
our attention is sputtering
but anxiety for it does no good
the night moved us back out
we talked to Max at Jake's
we had another window booth
Cole bought Justin a whiskey
& we watched people statued outside Zoo
their shoes in 14th street
their heads in a mystery land
huffing cigs & talking beautiful bullshit
there is no turning back from it now
the night is occurring
the moment is momenting
my flesh finds pieces of kindnesses
to build islands w/
I think of hiking Utah again
while I eat a gyro across from Justin
we are alone now & talking again
he clicks words on phone & I am drunk
I want the silence of the woods
Justin wants the silence of something too
but I will not say what that is
the gyro dude wishes us a good night
we walk our bikes down O street together
some guy walking by calls us hippies
& we laugh @ the stupidity
as "I'll hit him in his fucking mouth"
slathers from my lips but I would just hug him.
