Bequeathed and wrapped up
like a fire pump waiting to explode
i ran into an old friend
and he looked at me as if a transformation had occurred

i looked at him like a man who forgot his friend's name -
which i did - so the remedy lingered quietly over us
turn around and go back to your respective lives
a quiet world full of stories and wine

i miss the life of a duchess
but a jester can dress like one though-
and so i did - and pretended to dance,
like nobility and aristocracy i danced

waking up i found the fire hose
and put out the inflammation in my troubled heart
but there was no water and only words came out
and the words were wrong.

07-21-08 -harley