FRIENDSHIP

This is the silhouette of a pineapple 

And it is friendship 

The past is real like water 

And heavy like the ground 

And it is like a child’s wish

To become a fox, an astronomer,

This is why I write poems 

It is joy like turning around to see a million glowing pink starfish 

You can know this feeling in the morning 

On the train 

And other places

This is like a puppy that wants your attention 

You give it your attention

Ever since I was small I have been out of control and it cannot be undone 

It does not please me 

I do not trust people who it pleases

I do not trust people who it controls 

Poetry is like sending someone knives made of cloth and ink 

It is not a crime 

And it can forget that 

This is when I miss you

And ask you to be an object 

For me to find 

But I can't find you 

And then I do a wrong thing with a cigarette 

It's very red grey

This is a call to you friend 

I lost an idea that might be important to find