promise (FA)

This I finished writing when sitting in Paul's Diner with a friend, waiting for an orange float. There were some ideas for the poem I found in my notebook, which I think I scribbled down mainly to keep myself from falling asleep on a bus. But this is how it looks now. The orange float was delicious. 








a crystal white brick building
nondescript like cancer
smokers outside coughing kerosine


hide the summers, fill in
with graphite
tonight context is a shadow moon


he will never forget
to write you 


even as the telephones erupt
in saxophone soma
and crawling alarm clocks
shout doom