And Where The Friends Poem by Suburban Lovechild

And where the friends
Who look me squarely in the eye
Those fangled with new recessions
And past regressions
Do they recall like I
Do they insist on knowing more
To remember less
To wither from former glory
An aside to which
They subconsciously yearn from
Do they value what I
With its sordid aspirations
And intractable dedication
To lift up the ruins
For savory toasts and roasts
For shaking the vessels of memory
Too often coagulated and tarnished
By formidable scar tissue
To face the game in progress
Where art thou
Those providing hints and pieces
To my aggregate
The life infected goes on
Yet never knowing how the incubator
And its pesky conclusion came to rest
No matter
We shall see and sing again, friends
For you are what made my day
Which keeps the light burning
Throughout the fortnights
And commence we will to places
Only visible to our hearty sense
Of blurry facts and legends
That exist forever.

(10/27/07)