every day he starts
fitting an image into
a catalogue
of friends he is
a star a glimmering cold
one
goes out
no luck

on the streets
what a sorry state
to be
in love

stream out
of a pool
of people
with hopes to live

as an infection
head count towards the skies
friend in
need is

a friend
but not out
of sight
pointed out of crowds

indeed a friend
who'd count
all the cut
up revisions

there he is starring
in a lugubrious
film the setting
so salubrious it made

us all sneeze
(a convulsion)
he wants to
see us all

sat star-struck sober
counting on which
one
today