ten people got shot
while we shared a blunt on the roof
burned in a hot sleep
woke on opposite sides of the bed
...and my heart lays like a crushed soda can
2 in the morning
we sat solemn like mourners
smoking cigarettes in the dark and
pillaging what the dead had left
...new plates to replace the ones he broke; no stand-ins for broken people
rats run the kitchen
the walls stink and sweat and
i cross my fingers for just a piece of him
at the top of the stairs
...yet i have no concept of your loss
a fossil of what was
what will never be again
we evolved too fast between these sheets
between these streets
...and even garbage looks fresh in the morning
pull/pull away
today we can't pretend anymore
i said goodbye and i meant it
walked away wondering who those bullets were meant for
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2 comments:
A little flattery and you'll do whatever I want. Plus, it's always wise, I guess, to please your biggest fan.
But really, this is a great piece and I second Ilya's assertion that you should be published.
seriously, i'm completely under your control.
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