We met most innocently enough -
a chit-chat leading to debates about
whether free verse is writ while
freebasing or simply the mind firing
neurons in a chaotic diaspora of energy
Our thoughts would collide - causing
some works of wild inspiration,
though mostly things that'd make us giggle
at the absurdity of others taking us
so staunchly serious over our ill-iteratures
Pretty soon we were one and the same -
different but whole in the pie that is
this crazy bohemia, where no suggestions
were too taboo, no subject too dark nor light
to put ourselves out there with
Then, it happend --
One day, I stepped out on the stage of
influxed thought, while you went backstage,
then out the alley before finally disappearing
off into the night on your bike, leaving a water
trail from the puddles in the street
The show must go on -- I grab the mike
and holler to the crowd that will listen,
making them laugh and cry to make me
feel the same -- I still leave a space
for you, in lieu of your return...
...But I'm sure our warranty has expired.
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