I saw you laughing with your friends last night at the local diner
beneath bulb fluorescent lighting
spraying tepid coffee from either nostril
as the uniformed waitress moped in sullen anticipation of your order
what bad direction
as neighborhood phone lines infiltrated penitentiary eulogies
down sewage rainwater gutters
what futile drainage as
solitary mornings ponder
A.M. rattling through deserted streets
in the filthy pigeon bacteria epoch
I saw your older brother
lying dead on his feet
amid this sloppy trail of a city
I saw you with your friends in an evening subway car
migrating wayward through the badlands
digging up jail-yard skeleton corpses
miles deep within centuries of infertile soil
collapsed skyscrapers and inbred corpses
among hermaphrodite necrophiliacs
in the frostbitten year
of the stem-cell dragon
I went to visit you and your friends at the vernacular cemetery
on the outskirt of town
in placid afternoon
as dank moss covered your tombstone
within embryonic springtime
all the poems you never wrote
plagued my memory
as I exited through the broken gates
back into existence
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