The Hunger of Memory (JG)

Do I remember what I needed?  

The false needs, the true?

The love that was just
ahead at the next bus stop
The promise of tomorrow
for the man of tomorrow,
superman on a bicycle?

And what about my friends
who pitched their dream to me?

I don’t even know if they’re 
dead or still breathing, 
whether they need a beer
or a cigarette or a trip 
to Honolulu

or a tombstone

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