old friend

will you rescue me from the red room?
is there a document lost on the server?
three sessions mark my short term memory
1) your transition into empire
2) your discovery of the recent past
3) your cellphone's same number

all these words flicking their letters at me
in this dream that is not a dream, my current
family, these friends, this woman, walking
out of a life, my existence, my memory, my listed
sins, the corpse of my ancient imagined sex life
vanquished by poor health and the serendipitous
effects of catholic theology...in so many
of these rooms the noise, though carnal, still
fills my lobes like grease in a saute pan
the tender tea oil disappeared the crude saudi
extra virgin olive shattering the cells their music
tinny now, removed from space and time

you could've said
you did say
I wanted what
I didn't know
at least you still talk to me
sometimes the room is full of furniture
sometimes it is bare with
just your note
propped against the typewriter/
keyboard, another
disappearance
though I am pretty sure
you'll be back
some day