friend fucker phantom foe
boasting snarking larking
in encouraging rage
i miss you all
&
&
still hear you all
you graffiti'd my underpass a rainbow
~
you
itch my bantam elbow
in the cough syrup night
you
tickle my sick moonscape
all the brick wall day
~
well-
its memories talking
taking cold revenge
old neurons dancing again
in the activity gulf
tired boundaries gone to mist
in the function creep
of a locked groove
hypnagogic blur
he said-
things are getting formless
& they are
