<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for Doug Lang</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came here first in a car shaped like a heart<br>and now they depart as brilliant jazz musicians.<br>They arrived in full costume, rolling north<br>through a winter of neon.<br>Now I watch them leaving me<br>in a moonlight of falsettos.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are singing goodbye to me in the echo chamber<br>and I am smiling at them from my king-size window.<br>You get the idea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was always making way for the others.<br>Now, like an intake of breath, I am beside myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tell me that God is inside us and I tell them<br>our fathers' teeth were white with fear. The streets<br>that I used to see from my window have faded away.<br>The birds I used to hear in the trees have fallen<br>on evil days. The beautiful girls who used to wear skintight<br>silver foil now dress in ugly shoes with big square tongues.<br>And the immaculate boys in their red velour are old men<br>who rock their bodies back and forth in grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I take comfort in a dreamlike kind of consciousness<br>in which every breath is like my last breath<br>and all my friends are quiet as brides<br>skirting along on sheets of ice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[from The Great Indoors, Story Line Press, 1995]<br>http://www.terencewinch.com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+Winch">Terence Winch</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527624" data-title="My Friends de Terence Winch" data-description="for Doug Lang They came here first in a car shaped like a heart and now they depart as brilliant jazz musicians. They arrived in full costume, rolling north through a winter of neon. Now I watch them leaving me in a moonlight of falsettos. They ..."></div> </div> </div>

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