a letter to a friend!!!

teenage christ of the many mists

my friend, with the whole of suffering in your eye

your dark limbs rollicking the pines

a Russian novel that makes me inclined to suicide

how are you!!! with the god's water in your walk and your compassion

ragged mall jeans dark intent

please come

walk the Milton street

two ragamuffin revolutionaries on a dirty streak

Aryan and onion a small streak

of iron in the factory walks

the crevice of a million lost souls

hanging from bushel

a proud hand that strokes the sentimental with the cold cruelness

that passion in eggs as you and i

with deadweight driftwood fathers

and mothers of distant laughter

for me the mother that followed after

in the coal dust

a dream haze

that school

that year

a doll within a blaze of a furnace fire

is this adulthood

yes it appears

we two have grown quite distant

these years

we work different machines that whizz and malfunction at different rates

we have a distant cousin

of art united in loves holidays

we both have women unrequited

we both do seal our magick minds contain one ember

sellotape to bind my eyes would stop no tears as they unwind

i wonder my friend

are we still one

though i feel cold and done

surely this too

in your whiteness displays

the same sunset the same moon

the same murder committed

the same hazard we raised

the same music whistled

at a different pace

a letter the same moon

always shines

always blinds me

to a letter

to show i a dreamer

thought of you

as of late