Friends

sit and put your feet
barefoot
on the front steps with me
like they were the riverbank,
and the path
the yard the lawn
the whole big wide street of the world
were the river--
there just itching for our golden toes to dip into it
with no home to come back to
cuz it was already looming behind us
sitting like our shoulders
and the warmth that drapes them.
listen to them crickets with me
singing
hoping for an audience.
singing cuz there is.
this is that coat. that coat that coat that coat.
stitched of you and of me.

Before he had erased the Dutchman's drawing,
Rauschenberg hammered
a handful of rusty nails into a wooden box.
He put three stones in it. Called it
Music Box. He made it to be picked up. Held
near to an ear and shaken. Making clinks
and thumps, the stones rolled
from one end to the next
and back again, gleefully.

january
he told me:
we came up from different parts of the house, having each gotten our own cups, and toasted in the new year together.

february
my dreams as of late, the past few nights, have been weird, involving bears coming to storm a stadium and trying to warn people of them and getting pissed when no one would listen, almost-a-sex-dream in the backyard that was strange and uncomfortable and hurt other people's feelings and also a big rain was coming, and other things that like the two above were all boring awkward and scary at the same time.

march
right now there is a debate/conversation/intervention in the house between the tighty-whitey wearer in our circle and everyone else over tonight, who all happen to be boxer briefs.

april
i could rock the beat from rap ambush, one of the tracks from DOOM's new album, for daaaaaays

may
we sat on stone steps in the south of france

june
me and my brother were swimming down the river of a swamp, so he could throw some clay on the potter's wheel

july
you were covering yourself and the walls, with strips and scraps
of aluminum foil.

august
make a balloon out of a heart, you do

september
After 26 years reading rainbow is ending.

october
tomorrow head to sweden.

november
The fat texas moon tonight is big bright and beautiful enough to think that maybe you could be too.

december
hater tots dawg.