Joining You

Dear Dar(lin')

Your Mom (my friend) left a message on my machine

She was frantic

Saying you were talking crazy

That you wanted to do away with yourself

I guess she thought I'd be a perfect resort

Because we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth

And, yes, they're in shock; they are panicked

You and your chronic; them and their drama

You, this embarrassment

Us, in the middle of this delusion.



If we were our bodies

If we were our futures

If we were our defenses, I'd be joining you.



If we were our culture

If we were our leaders

If we were our denials, I'd be joining you.



I remember vividly a day years ago

We were camping

You knew more than you thought you should know

You said, "I don't ever want to be brainwashed"

And you were mind-boggling

You were intense

You were uncomfortable in your own skin

You were thirsty, but mostly you were beautiful.



If we were our nametags

If we were our rejections

If we were our outcomes, I'd be joining you.



If we were our indignities

If we were our successes

If we were our emotions, I'd be joining you.



You and I, we're like four year olds

We want to know why and how come about everything

We want to reveal ourselves at will and speak our minds

And never talk small and be intuitive

And question mightily and find God

My tortured beacon

We need to find like-minded companions.



If we were their condemnations

If we were their projections

If we were our paranoias, I'd be joining you.



If we were our incomes

If we were our obsessions

If we were our afflictions, I'd be joining you.



We need reflection

We need a really good memory

Feel free to call me a little more often.