There are crumbles here and there
Even when you move
Crumbles follow you everywhere
And as I take my chances and make a wild guess
I might as well believe your very own crumbles still rattle
In DC, LA, Portland or somewhere
I've resisted ants, unemployment, my parents' divorce
I'm not gonna worry about you
Special and talented were always other people
And yet it was you all along
Whose story will be told in the aftermath?
Winners only tell lovely lies
I am unhappy
As in confused
Longing for the days we sat together
In the same table
Living in the same rented apartment
Riding on the same buses
Cruising the city in our color matching bicycles
Fighting each other to see who could get there first
And neither of us did
You got it all sorted out
I'm still collecting rusty old pieces
Useless, cracked and fallen pieces
What is usually known as detritus
Our very own
scott guglielmone (Jacksonville, FL, 1981)
