can you recall cerulean days on the farm
before nineteen was too many
where the western wall flapped in the breeze
and the college graduate couldn't get the job done?
do you remember the scream from the barn
and the sharp pupils
as we raced for the pitchfork
only to realize it was all a joke?
or the backyard vomit
and the energy of the billiard table
as we went to work on record covers
and pages of the koran?
what of the overheated affair
that left me hiding behind pillars
on 120th street
a year later?
it's been too long.
but i'm in coit tower now.
come up if you can
spare a minute.