8. friends.

I am neighbours
to many
to all
in one sense

& 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.

draw the curtains 
fade to jack.