They got so high
They couldn’t remember what they were doing.
He was driving a car
Or potting a plant or explaining a theorem,
Or maybe all of that at once.
Along for the ride, she had no idea
What he was going on about.
She settled for the sound of his voice
And watching the late summer sun
Reflecting off the dashboard.
She was never very good with plot lines.
At this point neither was he.
So, they parked someplace quiet
Or they found a shady tree
Or they climbed the stairs to her apartment
And sat out on her balcony.
He gazed into her eyes,
While she, nervous as a bird,
Flitted about fumbling some cassette
Or thumbing through an art book.
They weren’t lovers, at least not yet.
He was still way too immature
And she was still seeing old what’s-his-name.
But time would pass,
Time the invincible,
The way it always did,
And just like everybody else
They would laugh and reunite and die.
Remington Murphy received his B.A. in 1980, and his M.A. in 1983, both in English from Temple University, where you can’t major in English anymore. In the 80’s he edited the Magic Bullet Science Fiction Anthology, then in the late 80’s/early 90’s he ran R.E.M. Press, which gave him an opportunity to publish some fine poets he met in graduate school, such as Sylan Esh and Michael Graves. In 1990 he published his own poetry chapbook, “Courting the Black Widow,” and then in 1993 he had a full length book of poems published, “Fear of Vision” (Arkada-Arch, New York). He has also published a collection of masques (e.g. short dramatic pieces written in verse), “Boogaloo” (Mellen Poetry Press, 2004).