alex was a friend
less we no longer spoke
of that date by the lake
my legs ache in new york
i sang Lennon until coarse
to cheer him
because when alex is sad
the world turns to cinder
i was stoned in a cabin
a cereal bowl of winter
and bum wyne kisses
for new year
ice cream in a graveyard
an unorthodox way that
x marks the spot on my
heart for the gun range

and i got bored again
writing sad love poems
twisting the cigarette
and singeing my thumb