oh, you :)

[oh you]

with your
jimi hendrix epithets
germanic night terror screams
& those lovely poems
little playscenes in some
brechtian tragedy
is that your life?
or are they freezeframes picked
to show you
in the accepted madpoet vein
(excuse my cynicism
& if you can,
my hypocrisy)

hope you don't mind i now call you
friend
& trust you
after all everybody needs
friends; everybody needs reasons
not to die
in this way we keep each other
breathing for a time
even if sometimes it feels like
i'm losing mine

this is the way i
speak
like the mime artist with the
tear painted on her cheek
but when i stumble it rains
invisible glass shatterings
my white face paint
runs into blue runs into red
& bad poetry waterfalls

as i sit here
with my beck's vier &
coca cola,
an immature drunkpoet trope
running burnt fingers over
(testing the strength of)
the rope
i feel in need of friends
& i thought of you
hope you don't mind