Punk Monk Press/Magazine

This evening’s dogwalk: springlike light and pubic grass. I moped all day in brain fog. Now  I feel my rebel hormones–wounded band  of siblings–coming to. This May, I’m turning sixty-four. An earworm Beatles tune’s tamped down by gauzy rags of dream: six-fingered hands that cut a Tarot deck. I love  the pictures, never get the meaning. That’s the deal, my darker angel tells me. Sorrow,  loss, regret, departure; friendship, drunken dancing, rowing on the moonlit river:  all mixed willy-nilly. Backyard spruces sway in soft breeze, three times taller than  they were twelve years ago. They too will die --Thomas Zimmerman 

65-year-old picture surfaces me giving her gold bracelet while she put ring onto Ger to indicate just how we are “going steady”---whatever that meant, since unsteady as they go, the both of us  were enemies next week since each one currently dates our newest bestest friend ‘til this following  Thursday I’m now seen  resting head very sadly on my girl’s shoulder once again…..forever or at least during time listened to heart-throb Frankie Avalon record? --Gerard Sarnat 

I was belly down on the floor of Zoet’s carpeted living room sniffing their Ritalin by myself. They came out of the shower and checked the bottle while dripping on me.  I’d sniffed their hospitality. The bottle had dropped below an unspoken redline. I asked to buy a few. They said I had to leave.  This was the end of our friendship. It started when I was kicked out of my mom’s house for starting a pizza cardboard kitchen fire. Zoet drove up to my new high school in the city for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet. We’d miscalculated and shown up to the cast party with a full-size bong and a bottle to a parental-presence Boggle thing. After high school I learned how to kill people and Zoet swallowed a whole bottle of psych meds. Their mom said they needed us now because a dormant problem woke up in their brain. I’d tried, when they got out of the hospital, but for me that meant getting them high and driving around for two hours looking for an ATM that would give tens.   Zoet stood wit