What? I’m trying to be bohemian here,
Friends, what do you think of fiends?
This is a boring start, do you want,
could you, won’t you pick up the pace a little.
He reached down into his pants and …
What? I’m trying to be bohemian here.
Well yes, but shouldn’t it be “seemly,”
Fuck off! bohemian is adverse to seemly.
I’m reaching here.
I grew up in Coleridge, NE
I had to my father just killed himself,
I was 9.
Hey, that’s great; it’s a great start for your work.
I know, but weren’t we discussing friends?
I had a friend in Coleridge in the late 40’s
that I didn’t meet until 2014.
She lived in the country, but remembers by brothers NAMES.
I lived in the village, but we share memories of the time:
The grocery, the First Congregational church I lived near,
Of the library opened in the old city hall.
Needless to say, we’ve become fast friends.
Same age, same memories, same church….
I write for her to read in chemo, lots of stories,
and one poem.
Now she’s no longer going to chemo
I need to write for her leasure.
“So what’s the finish? the moral? the end?”
Nothing yet, but we are hopeful.
Wait, I could makeone up?