And Where the Friends

And where the friends Who look me squarely in the eye Those fangled with new recessions And past regressions Do they recall like I Do they insist on knowing more To remember less To wither from former glory An aside to which They subconsciously yearn from Do they value what I With its sordid aspirations And intractable dedication To lift up the ruins For savory toasts and roasts For shaking the vessels of memory Too often coagulated and tarnished By formidable scar tissue To face the game in progress Where art thou Those providing hints and pieces To my aggregate The life infected goes on Yet never knowing how the incubator And its pesky conclusion came to rest No matter We shall see and sing again, friends For you are what made my day Which keeps the light burning Throughout the fortnights And commence we will to places Only visible to our hearty sense Of blurry facts and legends That exist forever. (10/27/07)