my old friend
tied to a storm
totalitarian ribbon keeps you still while droplets swarm
and bathe me below
you pretend not to know
that you know
im laying in a wrinkled pool of accidental pleasures
enjoying the descending spill
as old friends will
looking down from atop my lifetime's hill
at the dark city you helped to create
all the buildings my experiences
all the doorbells fate
rung in the middle of the night to summon some of the faces i misplaced behind
the sound reminds me...

i turn around
just to find you dissappeared
why did you spend the night in a strangers basement
on the other side of memory country?
why did you sleep through the sound
you made in your sleep
while you were dreaming of me?