friday friend

maybe we should have met back then
when we were cooler than we think we are now

now our lives look like picture books to them
those we knew in the wake

we still want what we have left behind somehow
despite how ugly their remnants seem

so we pay attention to each other day to day
and our lives are full and real

and we've become friday friends each week and
maybe friends are what we are

drum line

when you're waiting for momentum it seems like you're at the end of a bread line
they'll get to you eventually but will there be anything left?
can't take the handouts that unfamiliars give
though they would most likely be enough
to keep you going and keep you fed
you're not used to their hands

plus pride is such a wicked mother
from birth you're taught to love her and hold her close
they never tell you she will hold you down and back
at just the moment when you need mothering
at the time just before collapse- the great collapse
but you hold tight to her

and though we're all in this holey boat together we see not
see not each other as comrades as sisters or brothers parents or lovers
just more easy competition, that's how our mother guides us
we are the proud, the unsinkable, the educated, the infallible-
we are doomed
we are in need
we are blind

rotator cuff

her shoulders have carried us so far
so far
we're always in need of them
always

now one is separated
one is no use to her
one is almost missing

I beg her to mend it
please mend it
I need that shoulder still
need it

she wants it for her own reasons
i want it for her reasons too
and for our reasons

she has carried us unaided as I mentioned
for so long
I wish I could take all that weight
I'll take what i can
and wait