a thank you note

my friend

I know you aren't good with words

that's where I casually do better 

given the time ahead I've had 

to state the implicit 

that's my wont 

yours is a good edit 

I first noticed how you did it 

back in the day when you took me 

out of town 

we walked so much that day 

you painted walls 

I brought them down with words

your hands performing what 

your eyes see, things I can't even _

my mouth performing what

my head gets, rock- paper-scissors_

It's been perfection, hasn't it?

not that I'm counting days, I'm not

but I just wanted to say thanks 

for the drinks last night 

for all these rides, the crazy walks

the madness in the lyrics, the rail tracks

and the things one dares not do unless 

the other tags along and bullies you one bit

and 

thank you 

for the city lights, the small town high

the soft mumbles once the rows were done

for smelling my neck and not biting 

for scrapping your knees down with me

thank you for the romance that takes

a mardy bum and a bullet to the gut 

for laughing like a motherfucker 

when it did 

thank you for seeing beyond the gaps

and for your painted fingers 

for every single rotten joke

for getting pissed and a tad smitten

above all for it never, ever, ever 

being quite enough for either 

but contemporarily adequate for both

thank you for our being 

such creeps and weirdos together _