Meoisis

I have been pining for you, old friend

I have been searching for clues of 

your existence

I have been listening to the buzz of

the lamps, my friend

but in the end we are all

without evidence

Because you are the final cause

you are my buried investments

When I search the heat registers for you

I find cotton balls that missed the garbage

can

I stand on my toes and scream

through my stomach

I fly off the linoleum by the force

of my breath

I plead to the cobwebs for you to listen

I wake up with charlie horses at 3 am

I lost my travel book centuries ago

burned the forest where you

were my favorite tree

You are the reality I cannot 

close in on

what flew through my hair that 

I mistook for permanency

I would like a chance to hold you, old friend

I would like to touch your materialness

But I beat against the kitchen table instead

keeping time with rhythmic

loneliness