A few beers being anywhere from
two to eleven
A lot of smoke which renders
numbers wisps of confusion and
two people wearing these conditions
on opposite ends of
a fifty mile phone line
making swipes at conversation
like a '64 Mustang convertible
trading recipes with a
heavy woolen goat
but somehow
somehow wandering right into
each other's reality like
bumping fender benders
without the backed up traffic
These two pulled by a chord
much stronger than wire
much finer than glass fiber and
mysterious as magnetism
converse from opposing sides
of the buzz spectrum like
lifelong friends reminiscing
the times of the youth they've
yet to live proving
the doors of perception
swing with communication