My estranged friend,
Wherever have you gone?
I am missing you again,
it seems it’s been so long.
Have you decided
To read Kurt Vonneget books
and study agriculture in the West,
to work on how you look,
And make sure you be your best?
Are you listening to old Bruce Springsteen records
on long walks in the dark,
Or are you listening to hobo stories
Somewhere deep in Central Park?
Are you flying in an air-plane,
to Montenegro or Mozambique,
or are you lost in Atlantic City,
crying desperate tears at the Sea?
Are you running through the Meadowlands,
naked and young, wild and free
Or are you infiltrating corporations,
Are you on the run again,
from yourself within your mind?
Are you scared and savagely lonely,
like you were that other time?
I cannot help you now,
The Night’s too dark for me to see
But you’ll find your way somehow,
and it will take you back to me.
Wherever you are,
Looking up at the stars
or Driving Parkway South in your Car,
I wish that You
would find your way back Home,
My dearest friend.
March 28th, 2015 at 11:20 am