We will never die.

Let no bird
wake you out your window,
save for the one you love

- Las Angeles, July 13, 2009


Traffic and hot nights,
they’ve made me ready to leave, to say
‘Enough with this fucking place!’

but

for You my Friend.

We met at a Koreatown apartment, we met
where all of life breathed contentment
curtains, the breeze blowing through your open windows.

Why ever
had we hoped to go anywhere, to do anything

Talk.Laugh.Life.Drunk.

and you know,
I feel like a damn viking with you
or a knight

in some battle, certainly
where certainly we will never die
and where we are always taking place.

Now, zigging and zagging
on poorly lit streets, I know -

never do the happy think but of where they are

and just before running into the night I'll scream for us,

‘CHARGE!’