November Poetry

 The Cult of 3rd and Driggs

Another annual weekend concludes

With an everything bagel 

and tearful giggles 

over freshly minted in-jokes—

Keanu cake and sea cow aches—

From the gin-soaked celebrations

of our mutual middle age 

Epicurean delights as temporary as the tattoos

From the Catbird gumball machine

Fueling memories as majestic

As the Dinosaur on the High Line

 

Old friends growing elder

Apart

Together

Just friends ladles and spoons

Fart

Together

 

Red and blue velvet and Bulldogs and Mambas

Pop videos savored with sips of Seagrams

Out-ringing the Chimes at Midnight

With Dune karaoke

While Thom stares expectantly

For his bar snacks

Thoughts flit and flutter in the rafters of my mind

Like the trapped sparrows and finches

In the terminal of JFK

Sometimes stopping to copulate 

Often rushing to shit 

On everything and everyone

Except for you

You may live