so much so how so where

i was going to

then i didn't

but i thought

this cant be

you arent serious

after everything?

so much
so how
so where

flung with
ah, shit

well, grow
up
and move
forward

learn about
your
soft parts

and there
is a home

but everything
is touched

by this

even the
movie
about you

ive been writing
all this time

it can keep coming
here or there
with a planter
and no parents

decisionless
charm

a spontaneous
pool shark

ive been a lot
of different
places

launched alaska

too much time
inside

well

you know there is still
a schedule

and writing
one line with a
curtain or

breakfast

unexpected but
surprised growth

an intrigue with no
fornicate

the man and the myth

"you look like layne staley"

he said, snickering
the last time we saw each other
at the danvers barnes and
nobles we spent half
our college careers

he sat down with old man
ass and old man arms and
i was shocked at how he
already looked, well, old

he told me of the many
degrees he'd obtained
since last we met

and i learned how the
fastest beer drinker i knew
hadn't touched a drop
since his wedding night

how he'd gone from old maiden
to maranatha

how the best
short story writer
in the gordon college
class of 2001
hadn't written a word
in years

his wife called three
times during our half hour
coffee

something about the plunger
and the toilet and how it
couldn't wait

he said he'd live vicarious
through me,
but he really had to go

his phone rang again
he sighed
answered
apologized

and left

then back
a minute later
to grab the coffee
he'd forgotten
accompanied by a joke
something about
if i ever get into
trouble of a serious nature
he'd help to get me out

but it was pretty obvious
the only one who needed
help at our table

was him