Sometimes friends gather
in fellowship, in amnesty
in exile or in revolutionary
support full of activism
and sometimes they just gather to be
Saturday night they gathered again
some for the first time
welcomed, all
under the poster plastered semi vaulted ceilings
bringing back twisted nostalgia
of the urine smelly Sixteenth Chapel
Sophia and Lollobrigida in murals
a headless Pope Jean Paul II turned
and turned in a lazy Susan
as my friends came together
and after warm Chianti
convinced me to confess my true age
I thank them all for coming
and I remembered all of those
who couldn't be there
I raise my glass
and bow before gnocchi al telefono
for what little I know about life
I remember people like to hold people accountable
therefore you left me no choice
other than to proclaim myself
as truly, totally
and irremediably irresponsible
we are just here to remember.
2 comments:
bwahahaha. terrorist! we had a blast celebrating your old age with you, crazy. again!!
I don't think there exists a sexier photo of me.
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