Everlasting maze.

                                        For you, my friend,

you went through it

and out her other side

                                                 but you were there

abaft the barnacled bottoms of old books,

sleek traffic, sand in your Nikes

everything was yours.  She drove.

No need for caution, kept your thoughts

to yourself,

                        
you always do,

                                                          the
night

was like a crucifix

                                      on
the wall over somebody’s bed.

What does that mean?

                                                  You know,

you always know,

                                      just
stop thinking

and start talking.