I'M WORRIED ABOUT A FRIEND

I'm worried about a friend among panicles of spent
flowers. I'm on the phone
There's an argument here regarding
Cathedral windows thicker at the base
It does not concern you flowing glass
Can we talk about the drinking
They call them smoke trees

I'm pretty much dead by any measure already
When we were kids, the leaves
but that's a story, fallen or reflected
obscured the well
I cut this
In the dream
they are always younger
Ari woke me
You were screaming
Everything is so easy for you

You mean was so easy
like walking slowly
Out of the photo, even those
They are blooming early

I mean that
literally
You can see it from space he took
Can we talk about the drinking
Sometime in May