DISARRAY THAT WAS PERFECT

& 

the faces
all gone
that hover there / loom there

like over my shoulder

& still i hear their voices . . .

& so many times we were high 

around a kitchen table

in a disarray  

that was perfect

~

well that is all 

just memories & stuff 

some regular look-back lemonade

a busy fizz

of fond sentiment

always fresh like just opened

~

picture emi cassette tapes 

b a l a n c e d 

on red stripe ring-pull cans

cornershop dinners in a skin-up mess

& sun blims hazy slow glow 

off the drinking glasses

at the end of afternoons

as long long long

as they then were