Correspondence J.D.

dear mr j.d,

let us share a fag,
let us express, not brag
let us whisk and crash
let us always be brash

dear mr j.d,

you propel a generation
mesmerize us with your intentions,
your swagger, your stare, your hairdo
will always and forever be true

dear mr j.d,

i am part of that generation, lost and foolish
unwittingly consuming every served-up dish
i have you on my wall
to whisper every cent of your call

dear mr j.d,

let us walk and not talk
let us pop every cork
let us come undone
let us just have all the fun

(to a soul, once restless, now always resting
to him who successfully awakens, without waking)

i sign off thinking:
would i be you for a day?