Posts Tagged ‘not’

suburbia

Take me promenading through the provincial apex of your delusions

Break me into porcelain pieces with desperate purpose

Slake my thirst for nothing with your wise words

And always try to remember what really matters

Out among suburban streets where everyone is just trying to get ahead

And some are showing off their ill-gotten gains

And some are losing their houses

And some are having group sex

And some are growing dope

And some are cooking meth

Not in my house

But sometimes I’d wander down the streets in search of wastoids

Hang out in parks with cheap wine and weed

Being a disreputable youth

It was an out-there time

Until the cops came over

Then it was a real bummer

Scrapes

Posted: November 1, 2016 in poetry
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Rapid scrapes
In my mind
Pot music
Carousing
Imbibing
Sometimes
But
Not
Not
Not
To a great extent
Only
In dreams
Forest
Earth-light
Oranges