Tuesday, January 11, 2011

poem xii.

why wasn't this citizen science thing
around when you were a first year?
jesus christ, what a nightmare
they've forgotten the desolation

the frozen waterfall,
first

everybody slowly crushes down
tobacco-lined pockets yellow frozen fingers and
the chamber of secrets at the top of the library which
is the best (worst) place to buy speed

it was just a year ago that he
i mean
i hear he was alone all last winter there
so

don't forget
the loneliness of

mourning, shooting up just
to feel an anything
orgies feeling more forced
than fun

school-dreams, coke-mares

bad enough that bow-tie is reborn
every august

if i hear
"leon likes the aesthetic of a dirt road"
ONE MORE TIME

but aside-
i just-

i hope the devastation of the new york winter
is not too much
for them

this time around

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