We fought kamikaze
yet thoughts were systemic.
You joined us for coffee
and brought a pandemic.
We strayed and collapsed
as we choked about freedom.
We played and we laughed
and we spoke about geekdom.
You talked very quickly
as if we were racing.
Half-cocked and pretty;
massive and bracing.
You stood there indifferent
as your past untangled
and looked very different
whatever the angle.
A hundred perversions
as opening move.
I wondered which version
would prove to be true?
Peculiar blue collar
on rough side of mirth?
A junior to Potter
on scruff of the Earth?
Your favorite Doctor?
That doesn’t seem odd.
But were you a monster
or were you a god?
Were you a waiter
with musical talk?
A sly masturbator
with beautiful cock?
Pardon, the writer
is famously slow.
Hard to decipher
the faces of Joe.
Written by Jason Wright
January 30, 2018
For Joe