John, of Bloomington

John as sex guy,

suddenly all I was hearing was about

John, sex guy, drug guy,

person around a dj guy,

John forever known to all

the world of Bloomington

as Bloomington guy

gormless, standing in an alley

piss dripping down 

the inside of

his trouser leg

and my judgement came at me from

8 years yonder

I vowed to return to my room

in spite - no you've got to meet John -

no, my room,

which I did 

and slept

'til dawn when the others returned

and these years since staring

through the cracks of my fingers

at the image of John

and whatever he does all weekend

as sex guy, the man,

John

and me, not man, as men,

my middle-age to see men,

all gingerbread men

mindlessly floating towards

freedom

on the tip of the fox's nose.