7. friends
I am neighbours
to many
to all
in one sense
and see the freshly squeezed friends
arriving for dinner
as the shine
has barely worn off the twilight
John Dough
and the stick girl
steel magnate & trophy wife
mutually attractive
you might say
the jesus nut
and the old bird
with the carcinogenic suntan
the kiss of life
being administered
to someone’s wife
assorted fragments of nastiness
and love
passing back and forth
yes, they’re all there
with their familiars.
friendship.
draw the curtains
fade to jack.