Two friends in a van
not a van full of friends
The rained-out
cookout
Who will feed
all these people?
Let them feast
on dreams
though it seems
I've called you
on the telephone
It rang until
there was no answer
and I choked on
all the things I
was going to say:
All my friends
have gone away.
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