“Among Friends”

we sat in dark apartment
government housing, occupied by
anti-establishment poet
not my home, despite what we pretend
for a few weeks each year
he asked about my favored poets
we spoke of inspiration,
the desire to write, and
from where or when inspiration comes
I excused myself to my thoughts, to a shit
and found familiar friend
in a stack of books beneath the sink
Bukowski, on again about the races
and a smile came as I
reached for pencil and toilet tissue

© M. Black, 2016 All rights reserved.

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