For Alex

Boyhood Holds, friendship should last, I will honor your memory as a symbol of how to be true friend.

Boyhood Holds, friendship should last, I will honor your memory as a symbol of how to be true friend.

      Like Real Friends Do

I heard your voice,

As deep as charcoal is black,

the molasses speed twang,

you needn’t ever try and see through.

I learned to love

The way your voice

would hang on certain words

Elongating like a cat in full stretch,

life….words, you wanted more,

the comma hangs over your story

the way life does for me now,

The way the sky blared both love and anger

the day I had to tell you goodbye.

Your voice was real in my dream;

It hovered,

Somewhere devoid of sadness,

Between boyhood and manhood,

it was there right beside me.

Oddly- or perhaps not-just the day before

I dreamed of you,

Your most adoring fan,

walked with me….

I told her, as they talked of sleep,

“I never remember my dreams”

That night you came to me,

in my dream

Cause real friends hear everything,

Cause real friends check up on you.

I feel your smile from heaven,

Like real friends do.

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Flesh and Fur

She meows incessantly
Her chiseled black Egyptian face
Amuses no one;
Cold, still air starts to move about
As the people stir,
Lights flick on
A forced start, a familiar aroma wafts
Comforting,
Heat livens the air
Volcanic fruits, earthy
Like a women’s deep, smokey jazz voice
Infiltrating the day as if
The sun peeked up from nowhere
Her whiskers stop twitching
And her tongue circles her whole mouth
Relishing every moist crumb of turkey pate’
Dutifully, and annoyingly
She weaves in and out of your feet
Testing your mood, agility, loyalty
You realize the gift
That is both flesh, and fur
The heartbeat of a new day