for yeyo, after a long philosophical discussion

I think you are standing there drowning in the sink
not waiting to shut off the faucet
filling up all the cups I’m holding
you are overwhelming, no wonder
you were comparing Yeyo and Yaya
(yourself and your desire)
your desire makes you forget water
let me extend over folding couch/bed
Why would I allow the flow of your speech attempting to indoctrinate me against my own mind, against my imagination, which already has indoctrinated all my emotions to write this for you.
Maybe it’s all natter
but you make it clear it’s not you
no matter, I keep lists
I take recommendations,
I’m honest to imagined representations
Don Yeyo, you quit poetry, rejected meaning. I said there’s only spirituality left, realistically you agreed, remained unrealistic while loving your poetry.
In my half-judgement I keep a half-full
idea of you, I keep it till
you forget you recommended anything,
I forget your hair
your name for a nickname
leaning over a coffee table
spilling out something