wake

oh my friend
how we lost touch
i meant to connect
with you on a more regular basis
but, let's face it,
you're only there for me
make yourself available when
i've got something going on
hitting a wall or falling down
it's about the only town you
start to come around

i've got a feeling
that you think of me
as your venting, bored
store core  and gone ashore
perfect pagan poetry

manipulated
undulated
crowded i submerge beneath
your wake