The Lost Tribe (ver. 3)

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The Lost Tribe

I remember you all-
Loris, editor and poet, Rabelaisian raconteur,
Regie, office Artemis, a fearful attraction,
Paul, Vietnam Vet, playwright on a goof,
Margaret, sad madonna, love-sick,
whom I dreamt about last night.

The library was in unexplained darkness,
we were kissing, 
I was so goddamned young.

Waking, I put on Patti Smith,
through her ecstatic anger
I could replay the moments
that made us a tribe
lost in our Dionysian twenties.

Now scattered and outlawed by time
I gather you again in my mind
in necessary intercession.

The Lost Tribe, ver. 2



I remember you all

Loris, editor and poet, a bear of a man,

Regie, queen of a love hard as diamond,

Paul, Vietnam Vet, playwright on a goof,

Margaret, sad madonna, love-sick,

who I dreamt about last night.



The Library was in unexplained darkness,

we were kissing,

I was so goddamned young

I mistook months for lifetimes.



Waking, I put on Patti Smith,

tracing your faces, hearing your voices,

replaying moments that made us a tribe

lost in the hieroglyphs of youth.



I resurrect the anguish and laughter

scattered and outlawed by time

gathered again in my mind.









The Lost Tribe , ver. 1







I remember you all



Loris, editor and poet, a bear of a man,



Regie, queen of a love hard as diamond,



Paul, Vietnam Vet, playwright on a goof,



Margaret, sad madonna, love-sick,



who I dreamt about last night.







The Library was like night,



we were kissing,



it was the mid 70s again.



I was so goddamned young.







So I woke and listened to Patti Smith,



tracing your faces, hearing again your voices,



replaying the moments that tied us together



or tore us apart in soon irrelevant anger



resurrecting the anguish and glory



of that tribe, vanished in time.