FRIEND SONG WITH PARENTHESES

inside me
is a multiheaded megafriend

made up of all of you

 (in your levis / your gyspy core
  & your norm-chic

  your saturated black / the hat envy

  & toytown frills)

& you all talk to me still

 (questions edged with giggles

  & the lume of a plaintive moon)

no matter
how far
you think
you have
all gone

SOUVENIR RAM & NASCENT LDR

it takes so long

so far round the sun

to realise the old life is gone

~

& you tell its stories
in the lang syne forest
where memories camp

with souvenir RAM
in the sage shadow
of the khaki mist

~

& acceptance - 

well it feels traitorous  

like trading 

a last day with an old dog

in the park with his ball

for a nascent LDR

with the outer rim