hello frank

hello frank,


i've called once again
there are those who still ring the phone
and there are those who have left me only
prose....

there is so much that i see in my rearview
i'm still that 15 year old kid in a oldsmobile 88
looking to feel up sister kate

if only
and with only
and for wanton glory
i sit and reflect on
perceived victories lost
in cosmic dreams of light
and ether and things unseen.....

and i'm 16 and i sit on the in betweens of
houses and my own misgivings of suburban dreams

and i lay in wait for that which can penetrate
the 40 year laminate that hides my

and i leave it blank
for those who
and for you
and for me
and for that
which we cannot see.