Untitled (we sit)

Makeshift spirit(s) manifested through recycling of Pink Floyd, Scorpions, Beatles

We sit
A crude circle
Hanging off of chairs,
Chandeliers,
More chairs.
Indian style comfort:
Face to
Face,
To back,
To lap,
To face

Indulging.

Tight in body,
If not in soul.
Makeshift spirit(s)
Manifested through recycling
Of Pink Floyd,
Scorpions,
Beatles

Imagine on our brain,
Though only half the dose
For a fever long overcome

Chasing dragons on the ceiling.
Trying desperately to
Rekindle
Re-embrace
Some part of each other
Long since floated away:

Smoke rings on a dragons tail.
Invisible behind a wall
From another day