Fool's note

Poem about a friend.

Follow the sensuous oh bohemian,
into those Harlem nights!
Wasted rhythms
and long lost laughs!
Do you deny the moon?
Shirtless, without remorse
we howled
and into the dusk we cried.
Slinking further into repulsion,
lost in a wicked grin,
slave to a childish wink.
You chased after those coat tails.